Ferndown, DorsetI used to work in a place called the Dormy Hotel. It's an old place and was originally opened in 1910. Its a jumble of old buildings and houses and has spread out by buying up the houses next to it. Some are converted into new rooms for the hotel and some of the tattier houses are turned into staff quarters for the live-in people.
When I was working there years ago most of my mates were the chefs and all lived in a building called Tralee. Twas a shithole of a place, as with most staff accomodation, and there were 3 (i think) rooms upstairs and 3 down. The front door was always unlocked and only the main rooms were locked.
I knew everyone in the building always knew when people were working, what their shifts were etc. At the time I was working in the leisure club so I always finished early, before everyone else, so Id pop into the busy main kitchen grab the room key off my mate or one of the other chefs then walk across the grounds through a pitch black carpark, back to his room to drink a few beers, smoke a reefer and play mario kart or street fighter2 till everyone got back.
One winters night I was there on my own with no weed and no booze. completely straight. I knew there was no one in the house and I would have definitely heard if anyone had come into the building as the room was right next to the heavy front door. So.... I was sat smoking loads of fags, trying to complete mario kart when all of a sudden I felt absolutely convinced there was someone behind me, bear in mind I was on the sofa that was against the wall. I stopped what I was doing and sat there a bit freaked out with the jingle of the video game music in the background. I told myself I was being a dick so carried on playing when I felt it again, this time twice as strong, all the hair on my neck stood on end and I had goose pimples all over me. I jumped up and looked around me when I turned to face the wall the fucking room door banged shut followed by all the doors in the house opening then slamming shut almost consecutively. Basically I fucking ran, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me back to the staff canteen where it took a shedload of cooking port to stop me shaking and bring the colour back to my cheeks. Needless to say I never went there on my own again.
It was after this and after speaking to some of the older people who had worked at the hotel for longer that I found out a few more ghost stories about the place and the hotel in general, in particular because it was used as a hospital during the war. I dont have time now as ive typed my little heart out and im working but if anyones interested I'll tell them tomorrow.
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When I was working there years ago most of my mates were the chefs and all lived in a building called Tralee. Twas a shithole of a place, as with most staff accomodation, and there were 3 (i think) rooms upstairs and 3 down. The front door was always unlocked and only the main rooms were locked.
I knew everyone in the building always knew when people were working, what their shifts were etc. At the time I was working in the leisure club so I always finished early, before everyone else, so Id pop into the busy main kitchen grab the room key off my mate or one of the other chefs then walk across the grounds through a pitch black carpark, back to his room to drink a few beers, smoke a reefer and play mario kart or street fighter2 till everyone got back.
One winters night I was there on my own with no weed and no booze. completely straight. I knew there was no one in the house and I would have definitely heard if anyone had come into the building as the room was right next to the heavy front door. So.... I was sat smoking loads of fags, trying to complete mario kart when all of a sudden I felt absolutely convinced there was someone behind me, bear in mind I was on the sofa that was against the wall. I stopped what I was doing and sat there a bit freaked out with the jingle of the video game music in the background. I told myself I was being a dick so carried on playing when I felt it again, this time twice as strong, all the hair on my neck stood on end and I had goose pimples all over me. I jumped up and looked around me when I turned to face the wall the fucking room door banged shut followed by all the doors in the house opening then slamming shut almost consecutively. Basically I fucking ran, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me back to the staff canteen where it took a shedload of cooking port to stop me shaking and bring the colour back to my cheeks. Needless to say I never went there on my own again.
It was after this and after speaking to some of the older people who had worked at the hotel for longer that I found out a few more ghost stories about the place and the hotel in general, in particular because it was used as a hospital during the war. I dont have time now as ive typed my little heart out and im working but if anyones interested I'll tell them tomorrow.