I was a bassist in a group doing a tour of the clubs/pubs in my local area circa 84/85. One night we played a club in my home town and the concert room was on the first floor of the building.
After the gig ( and after ALL club members had left ) we started to pack the amps etc away. There were only two access stairways to the first floor concert room and one was being constantly used by the group members to ferry the amps etc to the van. On the other stairway was the proprietor of the premises who was talking with our wives, and waiting for us to finish loading up so he could lock the fire exit doors .
During the loading of ther amps, I decided to go to toilet, this being at the other end of the concert room.
I went to the toilet. The toilet layout itself consisted of opening the door, going down a passage and then into the main area itself. I tried to find a light switch but couldnt so I just went in.
As I approached the urinal to do my stuff, I became aware of a male standing to the right of me in my peripheral vision. The only illumination at that time was from the sodium street lamps shining through the transom windows of the toilet. I turned to look and saw the following:
White male 50-60 ish
grey/white well groomed hair
medium build / handsome looking
Wearing a grey suit/white shirt/black tie/ black shoes.
His hands were clasped at the front and he was smiling . He was stood next to the roller towel on the wall.
As I looked at him all he said was Good group. I interpreted this to mean that he thought our group had done a good gig that night. I smiled and said yes, but at the same time I was feeling real uneasy.
I looked forward but darent look back at him. I finished off hurriedley and I remember keeping my head down as I walked back to the passage to the exit. I can still remember seeing his legs whilst looking down, as I left.
I went straight to my wife and to the proprietor and said that there was someone in the toilet. The proprietor said that that was impossible as he'd checked the toilet for any stragglers and it had been a negative. I insisted that there was and so, grabbing my wifes hand I went back into the toilet but there was no-one there. This really spooked me. There was only one way in or out of that toilet on the first floor concert room and it had only been about 1 1/2 mins since I had left the toilet.
If the man had left, myself plus evryone else would have seen him leave as the door was in plain view to all.
He cant have slipped out then down the stairs as both stairways were manned, for want of a better word.
Thats my story whether you believe it or not ,it happened to me.
As a postscript to this, if I can just say that a Funeral Directors premises were opposite the club ( and still are ), and whether this may have contributed to the events I dont know.
It is interesting to note however, that not long after this incident I left the group because of my career yet I still stayed friends with the members. Some 2yrs later,one of the members rang me to say they had played a gig in the same club and that the proprietor had remembered the group because of that incident. He had mentioned the incident to his manager and his manager had said that the same incident re a male in the toilet had happened to another groups member, sometime before my incident. The exact details are not known to me re that incident.
Just thought you may be interested.