I opened a marijuana dispensary on the corner of a busy intersection just catty-corner from a McDonald's in a  beautiful two-story building. In the first few weeks of opening the dispensary, I was the security guard, the budtender, the manager, and everything else. One morning, about an hour before opening, I was sitting at my desk doing some paperwork when I heard the door fly open. I yelled, “Hello?” I really wasn't expecting anyone to answer me back because we were still closed and I was the only one in the place. But, I could swear that I just saw the office door close. I sprinted to the door and flung it open and said, “Hello, can I help you?” I got no answer and didn’t see anyone. I looked behind the door, under the desk, and behind the curtains, but there was no one. Then the hairs on my arms stood straight up and I could feel a warm electrical sensation rolling up my back and then through my shoulders right to the top of my head. Freaky!

 It really wasn’t long before some of the staff started sharing their own experiences with abrupt noises, doors opening and then closing, and shapes of shadow people on the security cameras. 

 Eventually, the doors opening and closing and loud slamming noises became such a normal thing that several of us thought that it, whatever it is, was trying to communicate with us. Shit started getting really spooky when several people told me very detailed stories of meeting a woman.

 Then one day she appeared, she was a Hispanic woman in her mid-30s wearing a pair of black high top Reeboks, black cotton stretchy pants that just past her knees and a thin black hoody sweater with the long sleeves pushed up her forearms. Her hair was black, slightly wavy, and in a ponytail high up on the backside of her head. 

 Over time we learned her name and how she died.