Hamburger Square

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We are in an old building, and apparently quite some decades ago we were once a hotel of ill repute. You could get a room for ten bucks, or a room and services for twenty, if you so desired. At least that’s the story I heard.

So one night I was sitting on a sofa after the doors were shut and talking with a server while the bartender was sweeping behind the bar about thirty feet away. All of the sudden I got a chill and it felt like the bartender had taken the broom and run lightly down my hair and rested it on my shoulder. I sat very still, thinking “this is a prank”, so I said to the server, “Who is standing behind me?”

“Huh?”

I reached behind me to swat the broom away and nothing was there, but it still felt like something was resting on my back. I jumped up, looked behind me and saw the bartender still behind the bar sweeping, and no one behind me.

I was pretty spooked but decided it was nothing. Until my next visit.