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So, one night I was training a new bartender in the downstairs bar at M’Coul’s. The upstairs bar was already closed and I kept hearing a group of women erupting in laughter every few minutes. I kept running upstairs into the dark bar and tried to follow the voices and laughter, but it would die down when I went from room to room. Then I would go back downstairs, and hear it again, run back up into the darkness, but there was no one. I didn’t want to scare my trainee so I didn’t mention to him why I was running upstairs and figured he must think me crazy. I was heading back down the stairs after my fourth run up and when I was almost at the bottom, I heard them laughing again so I stopped dead in my tracks and just listened. The trainee peeked up at me from behind the bar and said, “Do you hear that, too?”I was stunned. “You hear it?”

“Yeah, the women laughing. I have been hearing it all night.”

I was spooked. “That’s why I keep running up there. I thought maybe some customers were still up there hiding somewhere.”

He said, “Well, earlier, I was kneeling down behind this bar and I felt someone behind me run their fingers through my hair. I thought it was you. When I turned around, no one was there.”

“No, it wasn’t me. Definitely not me.”

“Then I started hearing the laughter and the voices, but I spent time in a mental hospital so I thought maybe my medication wasn’t working.”

Okay, now it’s really time to go home…