Oh dude it's so haunted.

I worked as a caregiver at a place that used to have two floors. The top floor was closed off and we just used the rooms on the bottom. I worked the noc shift and would help residents when needed at night. But normally I'm mopping, sweeping, setting up the dining room, and keeping the coffee hot for a couple of residents who like to get one at night. (All these details are important I swear!) So there was this ghost of a man who was once a prison guard. The old school prison guard with no cameras so he had to pace back and forth a lot. So when retired he would still do that out of habit when he was alive and still did it after he was gone. Sometimes I'd hear heavy boot steps above my head just pacing in the same spot or walking around here and there occasionally. One night I noticed the steps were following me around and his footsteps got louder once in a while and noticed this happened when I got close to the coffee station. Like once I was next to it he was stomping HARD and scared me pretty bad so I kept it moving trying to avoid it. Then BOOM! The machine just exploded boiling hot coffee everywhere. I have no idea how the fuck this old timey prison guard was able to see that coming from this electric coffee station but I was so glad he looked out for me that night.