Asklemmy

This was about 20 years ago. It was a midwinter night in Massachusetts and it was cold as heck out. I was working as a cook and was closing up with my fiancee. We had just finished cleaning and were taking a moment to rest before leaving. We were sitting on the carpeted floor outside the kitchen in the large dining room. The chefs office was to our left with the heavy door open and their was a tiled hallway also to the left out of sight that led to the dining room. One of the parts of our closing down was to walk the building, check the bathrooms, and make sure everyone had left for the night before locking the doors and shutting everything down. I had just finished doing that before we sat down. As we talked we started hearing the clack clack of footsteps on the tile in the hallway. The kind of sound dress shoes make. And they were coming closer. They sounded like they had come out of the bathroom and were walking towards the dining room. Which was confusing, because I'd just checked. They kept coming. So we called out "Hello?". Twice.
But there was no answer, and the footsteps continued. We perked up waiting for whoever it was to enter the carpeted dining room so we could see who it was. We heard the footsteps continue on closer until they were just outside the dining room. At which point they would have been visible, but on carpet. So there were no longer any footsteps, but there was also nobody there. That hallway entrance was about 20 feet away. We were startled and confused. We just sat there not sure what had just happened. A number of seconds passed (or about the time it would have taken someone walking at that pace to cross those 20 feet) and then suddenly there was a large gust of wind and the heavy door to the chefs office that was directly to our left slammed shut. We weren't sitting any longer. We got up went out the back door, shutting the last lights off as we left and locked up and got the hell out of there. I don't really believe in ghosts. Sometimes I've thought that what people call ghosts are just different realities or moments in time converging on each other. I don't know what that was. But it was something. And it scared the shit out of us.