Haunted Brothel CBD
lorenzaleal
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Working in Auckland's CBD, at a brothel near K Road, was an experience I'll never forget. It happened about a year ago. The brothel had around 6 or 7 rooms.
In the building, there was always a strong smell of smoke. You could smell it in the hallway and in Room 2. There was also a locked door on the upper level that kept being found slightly open, even though we made sure to lock it every day.
Strange noises would come from empty areas, especially around 1 am. Sometimes, I heard loud stomping from above, like people running around. The lights would sometimes go out for no reason. Even the electrician couldn't figure out why or fix the problem.
Some people felt uneasy, especially in one of the rooms. Some of the women who worked there didn't like it because of these strange occurrences.
Whenever a client was on top of me in the missionary position, I often felt like there was something watching us, which made me close my eyes. One night, around 1 am, there was a client with me, and he was on top of me. Suddenly, I saw a shadow behind him. I closed my eyes, praying it would be over. I didn't want to make a scene because people might think I'm crazy.
After that incident, I stopped using that room. A couple of weeks passed without anything unusual happening until one night. I had to work the night shift until closing, which was at 3 am. A customer accidentally messed up my makeup during a breast job, and some of his cum landed on my face. After the booking, I had to fix my makeup in the girl’s changing room.
It was 2 am, and I was alone in the changing room fixing my makeup when another girl, who I hadn't seen before, came in and started to smoke next to me. I didn't see her face clearly as I was focused on fixing my makeup, so I thought she was a new girl. I politely asked her to smoke further away from me because I didn't want the smell to get into my hair. She just walked further into the changing room without saying much. But the smell of cigarettes was still so strong, so I wondered why she left her smoke near me and went deeper into the changing room.
I turned around and saw no cigarettes, so I proceeded to find her. There was only one exit from the changing room, but she was nowhere to be found. My skin crawled when I smelled whiskey and cigarettes both at the same time near me. I knew something was wrong badly. I rushed outside of the changing room, and the receptionist was still there. I demanded to see the camera footage without telling them the reason. After finding the timestamp, I saw that I was just alone in there; there was no girl. I remembered doing a small wave to her when she came in without looking at her. I focused on that moment where I waved, and there was no girl. I stayed calm and told the receptionist that I was feeling sick and wanted to go off early. Again I do not wish to tell them what happened because I fear that they will make fun of me.
I never returned to that brothel again. Writing and reliving this experience again made my skin crawl, but at the same time, I feel a lot better after writing.
In the building, there was always a strong smell of smoke. You could smell it in the hallway and in Room 2. There was also a locked door on the upper level that kept being found slightly open, even though we made sure to lock it every day.
Strange noises would come from empty areas, especially around 1 am. Sometimes, I heard loud stomping from above, like people running around. The lights would sometimes go out for no reason. Even the electrician couldn't figure out why or fix the problem.
Some people felt uneasy, especially in one of the rooms. Some of the women who worked there didn't like it because of these strange occurrences.
Whenever a client was on top of me in the missionary position, I often felt like there was something watching us, which made me close my eyes. One night, around 1 am, there was a client with me, and he was on top of me. Suddenly, I saw a shadow behind him. I closed my eyes, praying it would be over. I didn't want to make a scene because people might think I'm crazy.
After that incident, I stopped using that room. A couple of weeks passed without anything unusual happening until one night. I had to work the night shift until closing, which was at 3 am. A customer accidentally messed up my makeup during a breast job, and some of his cum landed on my face. After the booking, I had to fix my makeup in the girl’s changing room.
It was 2 am, and I was alone in the changing room fixing my makeup when another girl, who I hadn't seen before, came in and started to smoke next to me. I didn't see her face clearly as I was focused on fixing my makeup, so I thought she was a new girl. I politely asked her to smoke further away from me because I didn't want the smell to get into my hair. She just walked further into the changing room without saying much. But the smell of cigarettes was still so strong, so I wondered why she left her smoke near me and went deeper into the changing room.
I turned around and saw no cigarettes, so I proceeded to find her. There was only one exit from the changing room, but she was nowhere to be found. My skin crawled when I smelled whiskey and cigarettes both at the same time near me. I knew something was wrong badly. I rushed outside of the changing room, and the receptionist was still there. I demanded to see the camera footage without telling them the reason. After finding the timestamp, I saw that I was just alone in there; there was no girl. I remembered doing a small wave to her when she came in without looking at her. I focused on that moment where I waved, and there was no girl. I stayed calm and told the receptionist that I was feeling sick and wanted to go off early. Again I do not wish to tell them what happened because I fear that they will make fun of me.
I never returned to that brothel again. Writing and reliving this experience again made my skin crawl, but at the same time, I feel a lot better after writing.
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