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Worked here for off and on several years and would occasionally have to walk the building when it was empty as I was the last one there having ended a show late. I hated going into the Bullitt then because it always felt like something was there. The mirrors facing each other off across the floor on the lower level didn’t help because sometimes you’d swear there was something else by the Ghostlight. I’d usually say goodnight to anyone that was there and sometimes the creak of the door would sound like an answer back.

Submitted by Sal.