At the winery where I work, we used to have a “semi” life-sized skeleton we kept in the supply cabinet (it’s about three feet off the ground, used to be a furnace closet) with all the various holiday decorations we used to decorate the stores all year round. We also supposedly have a ghost named “Dwight” (yes, our establishment is reported to be haunted by a ghost the owner named “Dwight” for some reason.)
Anyway, we make it a point to blame any glitches (broken glasses, flickering lights, clogged toilets, etc.) on “Dwight” so of course we tell all the new hires about the ghost and, because we can basically be a bunch of jerks when we want to, we really build up the stories and have taken to calling the supply cabinet “Dwight’s closet”.
This past summer, we had a new hire offer to help decorate the store for Independence Day and we told her to get the plastic tote with the patriotic decorations out of “Dwight’s closet”. The door got stuck (which is not unusual) and of course, we joked that Dwight was messing around with her and holding it shut. She laughed and gave the door a good yank.
And the skeleton fell out on top of her.
I did not know human lungs could make those sounds that loudly.
We got her to calm down (while trying to hold back our own hysterical laughter) until someone else said, “Hey, it’s July, we’ve had at least three other holidays since last Halloween, we haven’t used that skeleton since last October, how the heck did it get to the FRONT of the cabinet?”
She gave her two weeks notice the next day.