tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076072305014083165.post3502378319796993146..comments2024-03-23T00:45:46.130-04:00Comments on Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State: The Elevator Brewery and Draught Haus, ColumbusTheresaHPIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04402373253869028879noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076072305014083165.post-44529538792484435792022-06-14T10:56:14.443-04:002022-06-14T10:56:14.443-04:00Twenty-seven years ago, when it was still The Cloc...Twenty-seven years ago, when it was still The Clock, my friend, Tom worked the bar. He was responsible for closing after last-call, and there alone, he experienced plenty… HE said. I hung out after hours a couple times to see if I’d get any surprises. Going to the basement to use the facilities was creepy enough, but using the urinal, and having an empty toilet stall flush? Weird.<br />One other time, everything was wiped down, and in its place, we locked up and left. He calls me at 10 the next morning, and said, “You gotta come see this.” The chairs for the back tables were doing a balancing act. Pretty high. I looked at him and said, “Nice work, bud.” We had a drink.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com