

Sticky back here, huh?
I was closing the bar and I let [the server] go home early that night. While I was standing behind the bar by myself, I heard very clear footsteps behind there with me. They sounded like heavy boots that were sticking to the mats with each step. It was a very clear sound of someone adjusting their footing. I was spooked, so I closed up really fast. A couple of days later, I was stocking the bar with a new girl whom I was training. Our stock is in the basement, so we had to go


Mo(u)rnings Hurt
After having started as Shaker’s official videographer, Bob had suggested I spend the night in the 3rd-floor penthouse. I was so excited – staying overnight in such a notoriously haunted space was a thrilling opportunity that I could not wait to jump on. I was so excited, in fact, that I agreed to share the experience with an absolute stranger. I was having some drinks at Shakers one night when a girl I had just met and had been conversing with told me that she wanted to do t
Spirits May Tease, But At Least They're Polite
The following is an email sent to staff by Shaker's owner, Bob, earlier this week: "Active Happenings This Week At Shakers" Hello, On Wednesday afternoon, I was at Shakers at about 2:00 PM. I was in the kitchen making a Cajun-based stock. After adding Cayenne Pepper, I sneezed loudly – as I am one to do with some chilies in the air. Immediately, I hear a female voice say, "Bless you!" Knowing I was alone without any music on, I quickly turned around and seeing no one, said, "
Breaking Dishes
"My name is Valentino. I’ve been working at Shakers for about three to four months now. When I first started working here, me and one of my associates were in the dining room. There was no one in the back room, where we do our dishes and everything. Above the dish sink, there’s a ledge, and on that ledge there was a jar. If anything falls [off that ledge], it would just go into the sink. But instead, something pushed the jar so hard that it smacked into the ground and shatter