The Copper Bowl Ghost

By: Igotinkmom@aol.com

I live in the town of Anaconda, Montana and I used to work at the Copper Bowl. We all used to joke around about "Wilbur" the previous owner who haunted the place. At first it was just little things that would happen, casino machines would all of a sudden have credits on them when no one was there, which could be a mechanical malfunction. Things would move from one place to another but nothing was as horrifying as what happened one Saturday morning. It was earlier in the morning and it was just the cook and I. He was telling me about the reflection of a woman he had seen a few nights before in one of the windows but when the spot where she was supposed to be was investigated, no one was there. These kind of scarier stories where becoming more and more common place and we knew that Wilbur wasn't alone. That morning we had gone over to the bowling alley which is next door. It was always dark in there until the owners came and always cold. In the dark you could here someone walking across the boards which makes a very distinct sound. Now what I mean by walking across the boards is that someone is walking in the gutters or on the lanes themselves. You could hear the footsteps coming towards us but there was no one there. You could also hear jingling of keys. A little while later we were alone in the restaurant and you could hear things next door getting louder. Not just footsteps this time but other noises that we just couldn't explain. The cook had to go over to the bowling alley to get ice and was gone for what seemed like a very long time so I went over to find him. As I walked through the door there was a really intense feeling, one that I've only had a few times in my life and it was the feeling of 'get the heck out of here' but I had to find my coworker. When I called his name the first time I got no answer so I walked up toward the bar. As I walked up the stairs I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise that comes from deep in the back of the throat and I got the chills. I called his name again and this time he answered me but it sounded very faint. I called his name again and this time it was as loud as it should be considering he was only 4 feet from me. A little while later we went over there again to have our cigarettes and I saw a black figure at the other end of the alley walk across, my coworker saw the panic in my face and turned around, he then turned to me and told me we had to "get the hell out of there." I found out that Wilbur had died when he had drown on a fishing trip. Needless to say, I quit not long after that.


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AHHHH! That SKEERED me!

Ooooooooo!!! Creepy.

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