Before it was the Comedy Store, this was a club called Ciro’s. Some say it was Mob-run. Others say illegal abortions were performed at the club on showgirls who worked there. Some say there are bodies buried on the property in the back. Regardless, rational people say they have experienced many strange things, often with witnesses: The sound of footsteps when there’s no one around, lights flickering or turning off and on, freezing cold spots in the middle of an otherwise warm room, a white floating apparition in the form of a human figure, a door closing and locking on its own, a white apparition in the form of a man on his knees in front of a desk, shaking and with a look of abject terror on his face. A nattily attired man dressed in 1940s-style clothing appearing and disappearing. Be skeptical if you want, but the Comedy Store is fucking haunted. 8433 Sunset Blvd., W. Hlywd. (323) 650-6268, —Todd David Schwartz

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