Pub stories are always the best.
Working in a relatively old former coach house and hotel that had been left empty for many years, was bought by that wonderful chain, wetherspooners. Most nights we would have a lock in, but you could guarantee that if we ever mentioned anything spooky, the alarms would refuse to set, we would check everything, get bored and leave the alarms off and face the bollocking the following morning. It was probably a spiders web on a sensor, it was quite a posh system that gave error reports, windows open in area xyz etc. But it refused to tell us what was happening. Still this was 13 years ago, perhaps the reports weren't that fantastic.

I love the tale that the flag stones in a former local had the reputation of being stolen head stones. When it was renovated they refused to lift them up! Its a carved stone! Still a tale is a tale!
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