There was only one time that the Wendy's ghost truly frightened me.

Usually when I feel or even see the presence of a ghost, I do not feel scared. I feel the anticipation of witnessing a peculiar event. I get excited and my pulse races; but I rarely feel fear. This time, I felt scared.

It was near the location where that photo I shot in the restaurant was. The restaurant had been closed for about 10 minutes. There were no customers in the dining room or in the restrooms. I know for a fact because I checked just after the doors were locked. I was cleaning the dining room, giving the tables a final wipe before I scrubbed the floors. All of the sudden, the locked front door swung open so violently that it hit the window with such force that the window shook! I stared as the glass pane shook. Then, unlike the door which will casually close on its own, it flew shut that I actually heard it slam! I just stood there and kept staring at the door, terrified of what I had just seen. I saw no one come in. I heard no one. I tried to rationalize that even though I saw the whole thing, I missed a person coming into the restaurant and running into the washroom to hide. Quite frightened, I ran to the manager who was in the back office and told him what had happened and that I feared someone may have broken into the restaurant. He didn't believe me, but i managed to drag him into the dining room to check the doors. All of them were locked (there wasn't even any wind, so I couldn't even use that as an excuse for the door flying open). I made him check the washrooms -- I even made him check in the ceiling tiles for someone hiding. All I got from him was that I was stalling to close and I should really give it up and get back to work. He then left me alone by the front doors where I heard a male voice give a short chuckle. It sounded like, "Hmm, hmm, hmm" (I don't know how you would write laughter!) I did not have a friendly feeling about me and cleaned the rest of the dining room looking over my shoulder.

The only reason why I know I'm not crazy is that 2 months later, when I was in the back washing dishes after close, the same thing happened to 2 other girls who were both in the dining room at the same time and who BOTH witnessed what had happened. I never told anyone about that incident and yet, their story was identical to mine.

I don't know if this ghost is the same one as the one who like to play little pranks or call our names or what, but I found it to be one of the only disturbing instances I ever experienced.

Kyla

 

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