My uncle used to be the owner of a shoe store in Colorado. I went with him to the store everyday because it was only open on the weekends. Early one Saturday morning, as we walked into the store something was not right. An hour later we heard noises in the back room. I went to check on the room while my uncle watched the front of the store. When I got out in the back room I looked around. Everything was fine. I went back to the front of the store. About two hours later we heard the typewriter in the back room. So I went and checked it out again. When I got to the typewriter I saw a note. The note said "Get out!!!".
The next day the same thing happened. The typewriter this time said "Beware!". Then an hour before lock-up my uncle felt something rub against him. Then we heard something say his name three times. We could not see anything but we knew something was there. Then all of a sudden the shoes started flying around the room. That was it, we ran out of there faster than you could say hey. I still get creeped out when I go into a shoe store. I even have dreams about it.......or at least I think they are dreams.