A while back I cleaned a building in downtown Tulsa called Main Plaza. The first night as Tim left he said, "Oh, and by the way, it's haunted".
It wasn't until about a month later that anything happened.
Elaine was rounding and odd corner in a lawyers office and saw *eerie music* a little old woman in lavender and eyeglasses with big white hair in a chair!
She came back 'round the corner and said that she'd just about given herself a heart attack.
We playfully dubbed her "the lavender granny" though we only ever saw her one more time, or I did, through a crack in the door, her eyes were hollow. Eeep.
There was a doorbell on one office, and it started to ring on it's own inexplicably.
Then we started to get stuck on the freight elevator. So many times this happened, I can't even recall, costing the building owners 70 dollars every time and more on weekends. No one else EVER got stuck on the freight, the maint. man lied on more than one occasion and said that it had been fixed. Eventually we learned how to get out of it ourselves with the help of tony the elevator man, we became very friendly with the otis elevator people in mass. so much so that we small talked with them about the weather.
And then it got so much worse. One night Jenny, Elaine, and I were all cleaning about seperately. I was in the basement getting toilet paper, Elaine and Jenny were on the third floor, Elaine vacuuming the office where she saw the lavender granny and Jenny standing by the elevator having just finished the bathrooms. Elaine heard on her own, two seperate voices, over the vacuum cleaner, Jenny heard, down the hall from Elaine, two seperate voices, a man and a woman. I came up the elevator with my toilet paper, they went down with their things, not telling me about the voices, I was locking the doors, alone on the third floor, and I began to hear two voices, a man and a woman, very distinct, yet mumbled, low at first, but increasingly loud as I moved down the hall, until at last they were screaming, screaming at each other. I hopped on the elevator, seemed so long until the doors closed. When I got to the first floor I said to Elaine and Jenny, that I had heard voices screaming up there, and they told me that they too had heard voices.
I continued to hear them, for months, on and off, though Jenny and Elaine did not. Eventually words became more distinct, my name once or twice, stop, no, and finally I felt a hard tingling painful pressure on my arm as I vacuumed, white marks as if someone were pressing down hard, fingertips. And this left bruises, four of them, that everyone thereafter saw, I've got witnesses baby.
About this time I was so fucking freaked out that I prayed like mad. And I guess, yeah, things did seem to stop, but we got rid of that building pretty soon, we were there for a year though.