Yes.
So I frequented this bar. It was the sort of bar that had a cage of chainlink fence surrounding the dance floor, where people wore a lot of black and danced to the Smiths and the Cure and such. And I always ordered this horrible peach cider. It tasted real bad at first, but grew palatable the more of it you drank. This was back in my heavy bar drinkin' days where I'd be there Thurs-Sat with the occasional Wednesday (80's night!) and Sunday (The Breakfast Club - where if you stayed until closing they'd let you stay after the bar closed and serve you breakfast!) thrown in. And I always drank the same cider without fail. Then this brand new mountain bike appeared, suspended above the bar. A ballot was given each time you bought the particular cider. I didn't think much of it... but I was drinking 4-6 ciders a night, 3-4 nights a week for about a month. And I always filled out the entry form, mostly because one of the bar tenders was a really pushy classmate of mine who forced me to do so. I really, didn't think much of it. I was sitting there, half drunk one day, looking up at the bike thinking that it would be really great to have a nice bike since I was about to move out and live within bikeable radius to school home and work. But the bartender apologized and said they were all out of ballots, that the draw would happen soon. Shortly there after my classmate/bartender called me to inform me that I'd won the bike. I skeptically asked her if she'd fixed the draw, but no - she actually hadn't been the one to do the draw the owner had to do it since the prize was so great. I actually had to go down and sign a waiver due to the $2000 value of the bike when I claimed it. I walked through winding hallways of odd back room art involving mannequins and car parts. I chuckled as I loaded a bike worth more than the value of my car into my car's trunk. It was fall, and I remember riding that bike as the leaves fell down, the fall I first moved away from home and tasted freedom. I actually used the bike to ride drunkenly home from the bar through a near by park on various occasions. It's still a great bike.
Years later a bar employee at this bar went missing. There were posters everywhere. He went missing in November. In August, prompted by unrelated complaints from several business in the interconnected block that contained the bar about an awful odor that came up whenever it got hot, dogs were brought in. The employees body was found between the wall and drywall of the bar's basement. No foul play - he had crawled in between, possibly as a joke, or possibly due to intoxication, and had died there. Needless to say business was effected by this, and the bar actually closed down for good just this month.
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