shitty fccking bar in Sydney I used to work in
Every night I had to go up 3 flights of stairs to the main bar to sign off (we had to use our thumb print to sign on and off).

The main bar wasn't open by the time I went up and in winter it would already be dark.

The light switches were over the other side of the place near the main enterance, so I wasn't about to stumble around in the dark searching for them when the back staircase (that i used) came up next to the office (where I had to go).

Every night with out fail bar stools would move around, foot steps could be heard walking around you, feint voices mumbling in the background and the lights would flash.

When I complaied of this to my manager I was informed that about 100 years ago (which is a long time here in Oz), a man named Sam had been murdered in the bar. All you needed to do was say

"Hi Sam, it's just me."

and it would all stop. Instantly.

And lo and behold, it worked. Every time.



And before anyone suggests that jokes were being played on me by early staff members, we had motion sensors for the security system and no one was there, no one was moving.

Other times you could track someone moving around right in front of you, but there would be no one there. Once again if you greeted Sam, it would stop.

My theory is that he was just pissed as his eternal resting place played earsplitting house music, poor guy probably just wanted some decent music.

All true, and not edited as I'm supposed to have been at an appointment 5 mins ago, sorry if doesn't make much sense.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 6:27, 1 reply)

One question...
Who's job was it to turn the motion-sensing security system on or off? Who would thus have the ability to turn it off if they wanted to play a prank?

Possibly...

...wait for it...

...the staff?
(Musuko, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 16:57, closed)