A Person Asked Our Community To Share Their Creepiest Work Stories, And 30 Pandas Answered

I'm not sure if this really qualifies, but I was stationed on Hickam AFB which is adjacent to Pearl Harbor so it was also attacked during the raid. A lot of the base was preserved as is for historical reasons. The break room in the hangar I worked in had a giant metal cross beam riddled with bullet holes from Japanese Zeroes.

I used to work for the local historical society in the basement of the oldest building in the city (Boise, Idaho). There was literally a bunch of stuff from Indian burial grounds all over the place. It was purported to be haunted. There were rooms that still had calendars on the walls from the early 80s, and looked straight out of a horror movie. Did I ever see anything spooky?
Nope! Not a thing!

Then I get a job at an insurance company in a brand new building and suddenly there are weird things all over. One conference room, in particular, is famous amongst the night crew because you'll always come around the corner to see a girl/woman going into it, but then there's no one inside when you get there. Automatic lights don't even turn on.

My theory is that all the electronics and sensors and such are creating EMFs that confuse the mind (as seen in lab tests), but deep down I like to think there's actually a haunting going on.

The basement of my parent's shop is really creepy. Several times I think I've seen someone down there when I was the only person on that floor. I used to think it was a trick of the light or something, but once I could have sworn it said my name. To be fair, it could have been one of those auditory illusions, but still. Creepy. I try not to go down there alone anymore.

Open plan office, hundreds of workers. Someone s**t on the floor.

I was on a pizza delivery and this house was way in the back of a field. There was space to walk up to the house, but the grass was really grown up and the sides. I was going back to my car and all of a sudden I heard a rattle in the tall grass. I didn't know if it was a snake or not, but it took everything inside of me not to start running.

First job besides babysitting. For 6 weeks, I was sitting at the reception desk at a private club. I was 15, and the co-worker I interacted with the most was a 73-year-old Irish man.

One day, he asks what I like in school. I tell him I love biology, all animals, and the diversity and adaptations of living beings fascinate me. He answers something I don't quite understand, I think he's asking for an example, so I tell him it started with a book on dinosaurs I had when I was 6.

He answers very sharply about fossils being fake. I don't understand what he means, I tell him, no no, I have some at home, and I've seen some at the museum. He starts rambling about how the world is 4000 years old, and anyone with a shred of intelligence should know that, and that fossils were put on the earth as a test of one's faith. As he unfurled all of this on me, he was becoming more and more red in the face, and he moved in quite close to me, and I was really shaken up, I thought for sure he'd slap me.

He stormed off outside and I took refuge at the back of the bistro with the waitress.

Also creepy at that place: a 35-year-old cook who would wait for me on the sidewalk to forcefully hug me every day as I walked back to the metro.

And the fact that as a "woman" (girl), I wasn't allowed in the study and lounge rooms. I'd pop in as often as I could to tidy the newspapers, it was my excuse just because that rule irked me...

Worked in a design agency located in a former Victorian Inn until our first lockdown in April 2020. Many odd things, mainly noises from the basement. We did lots of exhibitions and would build our own props and interactives there. Things would move on their own and stairs would creak despite nobody being there. Used to hate being the one to lock up in the dark or go in on a weekend alone. So many basement noises…

I used to be a manager at a video store where this one guy worked, he’d always be super close to you and had no concept of personal space. It wasn’t just me he creeped out with his ways, he’d creep out the guys too... always following you around and just be super close. He never took a shower and smelled like hot cabbage.

Working at a shop there was an aisle between two big work tables. Many times felt something brush my shoulder when I would walk up the aisle.

Night watchman. Empty theater. Reading Steven King. Smoke curls over pages. Freak. Cigarette.