Ghost stories at your work

I work at my family's store and right behind it is a cemetery. When I've worked night shift before I've heard the front door open but no one's come in. We also have cabinet doors slam shut and other things make mysterious noises when no one appears to be around them.

Yes. I work at a hospital that was build at the turn of the century with many additions over the years. I have experienced different things throughout the building.

Mannequins are creepy.

Norwich is an old city. Really old- there's evidence of a settlement here since before Christ. Considering that, it'd be weird if there weren;t ghost stories attached to, well, everywhere. In fact, Norfolk is generally considered the most haunted county in the UK.

That said, there were no specific 'haunting' stories attached to the health food store I used to work in. Nor did we know for certain that it was built on a place of significance. It was a modern-ish building. We occupied a single floor, the upper floor seemed deserted.

Despite there being no ghost story the place was weird. During opening hours, with the lights on, and busy nothing bothered us. Maybe some strange noises in the stock room, but nothing big. But it was after closing, when we were cleaning that it creeped us out. We all got done as soon as possible.

Nothing specific ever happened, it was just a feeling. If you were alone there for more than ten minutes you started feeling tired and weak. Everyone was ill all the time. There was this physical sense of something sapping the energy from you every chance it got.

It started to get worse. We started getting hurt, injured a lot. I fell off a ladder that was securely propped. Another girl passed out in the toilet, had to be put on a saline drip for a day. We were always hurting ourself, cutting ourselves. And there began to be this sensation when we were alone of something that hated us, wanted us gone.

I left three months after I fell off the ladder. In that time I cut myself- sometimes quite badly- a dozen times, threw up on the shop floor once, and felt so shakingly, wobllingly ill I could barely stand it.

A small office I used in a tiny town near here was 'haunted,' I'm sure. It was the quaint kind of haunted I never felt alone (I used to be there many long nights alone). I felt protected, even. Like having a dog there.

I know my doggie ghosts, though, and this was a man, I believe. He was one of those footsteps ghosts. Very nice and polite and curious. It's all good.

The building is in a prime historical spot, so some folks would go looking for clues about it, I guess. Meh. I don't get into any of that for some reason.

The Hospital I worked in was built in the 1700's and added on to over the years but the original building is still there buried within the new architecture.

Anyway there has always been the story of the 'Dark Lady' that has circulated as long as I've worked there.

Some say she is the grim reeper come to take those newly dead or ready to pass on- I always thought it was just stories to scare the noobs until I experienced her myself.

Night shift several years ago a young trauma victum was brough in - we worked feverishly to save him but it wasn't to be. As we performed the last round of CPR one of the residents looked up, the look on his face made me look as well.
By the nurses station stood a woman dressed in long black robes much like an old fashion nun would wear. She beckoned with her hand and the attending who was doing compressions and wasn't looking where we were called it.

The resident and I both looked at each other and then back to where the 'nun' had stood- No one was there.

The boy was pronounced dead at that exact moment.

I swear I am not making this up.