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Date: Thu, 18 Feb 1999 13:51:39 -0800 (PST)
To: stories@ghosts.org
yourname nathalie
email natdoggy@hotmail.com
story The Supermarket Ghost
My father used to own a huge supermarket, which he sold for irrelevant reasons. First some of the history:
Back in the 1920s this place was a theatre known as the Fairmount Theatre in Bronx, NY. When it was open it was a spot for gangsters where they gambled and often killed people. For unknown reasons the theatre was closed down.
My father, my uncle, and their friend decided to open it up and build a supermarket in its place. Of course the seats had to be removed, and walls broken down so it was pretty dark the whole time, only lanterns would light the way for the workers. During construction, my father liked to invite another uncle and his son over to hang out. My cousin was 14 at the time. He had to use the bathroom, and since it was not constructed yet he had to use one of the bathrooms used for stars back in the days. They were too dirty, so he decided to use the one in the basement. There was no light there, but he really had to go. He went by himself, and came up as quickly as he went down. Pale in the face he said there was an old man down there, and that he saw a white flash as if someone had taken a picture of him. My father tried to calm him down reassuring him that there are no such things as ghosts. My father went down there by himself being that noone wanted to go with him to in! ! spect. There was noone down there, and my cousin promised he would never go again. A worker there said he saw an old man in the basement and described him the same way my cousin did though they never met. The worker quit that same day. Also, on the stairs going down to the basement (which is now used as a storage room for food) there is a large hand print of dirt on the wall that has been painted over about five times, but continues to reappear as fresh as the day it was spotted!
Later after the supermarket opened nothing worth writing about happened until one morning about 7am, the butcher, some more workers, and one of the owner's went to open the gates for business, when the butcher squatted and said that one of the cleaning guys that stays overnight is up already. But, it was a Sunday. They only went on weekdays! The workers checked around, but saw noone! I used to go to that supermarket all the time and I never felt alone. I always felt a presence there, neither good nor bad. Things still go on there though my father sold the place and I don't go any longer, but I've heard....