Server Scared by Door, Then Frozen (August 31, 2002)

Hello!  My name is [withheld for privacy].   I just recently started training to work as your day server.  Mr. Farrell and Mr. McGlynn both agreed I should work one weekend night before I start full time.  Between 9 and 10 pm on Saturday, August 31st, I was sent to fill the ice bucket, across the hall from the office.  Andrea (my trainer) was too scared to take the trip so she stood at the bottom of the stairs leading from the kitchen to the upstairs.  I was holding a conversation with her from the top of the staircase when I put my right hand up to open the steel door w/ the rubber flap and one small plexi glass window.  It is here where the tale gets interesting.  As my hand raised toward the door, it swung open.  I glanced at it, thought it to be strange, but continued the conversation with Andrea at the bottom of the staircase.  I then proceeded through the wide open door, bucket in hand, when I saw the plexi glass was freshly frosted.  With the light not working, it being my second or third time on the 2nd floor, and having heard ghostly references from the staff, I still took the cautious 2 or 3 steps down and 2 or 3 steps around the corner into the storage room.  I was not scared, then it happened.  A severe chill dominated the whole area.  My upper body locked as I naturally reacted to what I perceived as a threat.  It is here where I realized I was in the dark, frozen in temperature and in stature.  I concentrated on finishing my chore and promptly leaving.  As if the above events were not enough to make the trip upstairs stimulating, as I took the returning steps to the stairs, the steel door with the plexi glass window swung open in the opposite direction that it had the first time.  It was an invisible doorman of sorts.  I have been born and raised in old houses.  Buildings breathe and settle, doors open and boards creek.  But doors that are being moved as a result of a moving frame/foundation swing in one direction, the same direction, every time.  That experience was the 1st time I have ever felt 100% sure something other than me was present.  And what's up with the frosted window, so freshly frosted condensation had begun to drip down the door as I returned through the wide open door?