I think the year was about 1988, it was after I had my second child. I was working in a restaurant on main street in Wytheville Va. We always had strange things happen there but no one would believe me that there was a ghost. Sometimes after we had a big crowd at night the next day we would go into work and the kitchen would be a mess. Knowing that the person who helped me the night before cleaned up everything spotless. Even the basement would be a mess after we cleaned it up. Things would always happen after we had a huge crowd at night making a lot of noise and having fun.

One night I was by myself doing the books. I was all alone in the whole place. I was setting at the bar. Behind the shelves where the liquor was kept were mirrors that covered the wall, which made the place look bigger than it really was. Anyway, I was doing the books and something told me to look up. You know how you get the feeling that something tells you to do something and you don't know why. Well, this is the way I felt that night. I looked up and I didn't see anything.

I forgot to tell you that the doors were double doors and one opened one way while the other door opened the other. Anyway, I had both doors propped open so that I could see anyone coming in. I had the music playing so that I wouldn't get lonely. I was the only one in the building at the time. I went on to do the books when I heard something hit the floor beside me. I looked down and there were black paint chips, from the restauraunt side, in the floor right beside me. I looked up and the ceiling in the bar had the tile and it was painted black, and there was no way that the paint was peeling from that ceiling. The other side of had the ceiling that was copper and was painted over black and that paint was peeling. I went on to do my paperwork. I kept hearing the paint chips hitting the floor beside me. Then the same eerie feeling came over me to look up. When I looked up I had seen more paint chips being thrown at me from the doors!! NO ONE WAS THERE THROWING THEM AT ME!!!!! They were just flying through the air and hitting the floor beside me.

I was so scared that I could hardly move. I packed up all of the money and paperwork that I had done then I wrote the owner a note that I had gotten scared and I would be back in the morning when the sun was up to finish the books. In the basement of this place, when walking down the steps, I would always get a funny feeling that someone was watching me. The feeling would always get more intense when going back upstairs. I had found out only later that I was not the only one who felt that way. Maybe someone died there. I don't know because I haven't researched the background on the building.