I was working at the restaurant on main street at the time of this happening. I had to go into work at 4:00 am one morning to do the inventory then get things started for a open house that we were catering for. I started working first thing when I had arrived. I was downstairs in the basement counting items when I had heard heavy distictive footsteps of a man on the floor above me. I ran upstairs thinking that it was one of the guys that I work with. I looked in the bar, no one was there. I looked in the restaurant, no one was there. I ran in the kitchen, no one there either. I returned downstairs to continue my work. It wasn't what seemed to be a minute had past when I had heard the heavy footsteps again. For the second time I had ran back upstairs thinking that it was someone that I worked with only to find no one in the place. I was totally alone. The third time that I had returned to my work downstairs the steps continued to walk back and forth upstairs. They would start at the front door and not stop until they reached the back door, turn around and proceed to go back to the front door. The steps seemed to be pacing back and forth, back and forth. I had a feeling that they were waiting for me to leave or watching me. I finally ran upstairs and turned on the jukebox and turned the volume up so loud that I couldn't hear the footsteps. I still had a feeling that someone was watching me.

After that experience I had never felt comfortable in that place again. I don't know if the presence wanted me to leave or was just watching me so I wouldn't get hurt. Every time we had a big crowd at night and they stayed late in the early hours in the morning, we had to clean up something in the whole place. It would either be in the bar, kitchen, or downstairs in the dreaded basement.