When I worked at the refinery, there was a prison evangelist who came over from another department to work in ours. Even though he was strong in the Lord, he said he had his own limits and weaknesses. He said that while working at that other department, he had gone downstairs to the control room basement. It was a very old control room and the only one with a basement. They used that basement only as storage as hardly anyone would stay down there for any amount of time because of the stories/rumors concerning that room being haunted. John, the evangelist, said one night on graveyards that he had to go down there to get supplies. He said while down there he suddenly felt a very cold presence next to him and ran out of there with no supplies.