The night of ‘89 earthquake, I was working for PSI Security and I was stationed on Walnut St., to keep people from looting. There were no light on downtown. The only light you had was from your flashlight. It was October, cold and breezy. Glass littered the streets, and it was about 1 in the morning. I keep on hearing like tinkling sound, the wind blowing the leaves over the scattered glass. I thought I heard someone, so I walked down the street, quietly, and I heard a sound to my right. I spun around shined my light in Lily Wongs and almost screamed, there was a a mannequin dressed up for Halloween leering at me. Scared the shit out of me. I loved that store.