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You always hear about kids who died in your school and you don't believe it. One day a boy told me that a girl named Leslee died in the gym on the stage. No one knows how. I didn't believe it, until I experienced my first ghost sighting.
My friends Alicia, Briana and I went on the stage at noon recess to practice for the talent show. Because we have a school singing group for us three. When on stage, we thought we should close the curtains, so no one could watch us. As Briana walked over to close it, IT STARTED TO GO ABOUT A REALLY LITTLE BIT BY ITSELF! Then the colored lights kept on switching on and of. We were way too scared to run of. "The story of Leslee must be true!" shouted Alicia. Then we went to hide behind all of these big mats. As we did, the lights went off. Then we peeked our heads to see what happened, the curtains were closed all the way now. We came out and Briana was crying. Alicia was breathing big, and I clanged onto my friends. Then one of the mats came over to fall on us. We shouted and ran.
We still go on the stage to practice, the day that happened was April 10, 2007. But we keep the curtains open. We try not to mess around with the ghost, or whatever it is, but we never run away when Leslee tries to pull another prank on us. Who knows she could be nice. But I am not taking any chances. She tried to hurt us. And that is nothing we asked for. Still Leslee creeps us out. We didn't tell any kids or teachers. Only our moms!
Remember if a ghost tries to hurt you, don't try to be scared. It gives the ghost more power.
My name's Ariel and this is my first post. I'm thirteen years old and attend a grade 2 Edwardian private school in the suburbs of England. My great grandmother was psychic and my grandfather, whom I am very close too, was a paranormal investigator [Now a writer]. Therefore, I'm very intrigued as to the odd experiences that have been happening to me and others.
I started writing this post a few weeks ago, but as I was using a library computer and my full-hour was nearly up, I lost all my writing! So, this time, I pray that I'll finish in time.
Now, where do I begin? It all started a few years back, when I was at least in Year two, which means my age would've ranged between six-seven years old. Our classrooms where on the ground floor at that time and I couldn't wait to graduate to year three as then we'd be moving up to the first floor.
The toilets we used back then had a very strange vibe and I remember clearly that I refused to use them alone. The girl's toilets had no windows, which was something I obviously detested. Plus the lights were weak. I remember one time, when I had no choice but to use them alone, one of the middle taps turned on; which can easily be explained. I will admit, I never saw or experienced anything major when I used them but, I was young and stubborn and was definite that someone was there watching me waiting for me.
As I moved up in the school, I overheard the older kids talking about they're dreadful experiences. In the end, I could never walk the corridors solo. What they said sent chills down my spine, but by that time, I understood not to believe everything I heard.
I cannot remember fully, but it was sometime in either year three or four when our full-time teacher announced a photography project and separated us into groups. I was put with Olly, Priya and Evan. I was close with Priya so I didn't mind too much about the fact that Olly and Evan were just plain weird. One of our TA, Miss. Zivelonghi [Miss.Z], was our group's leader. She's very unlike the others; she has lots of piercings and has two daughters who also attend my school, although they were older than me.
One at a time, she asked us where we would like to take our photo. The subject was to create a 'Dream-like-eerie-image', which, in my opinion seemed quite cool.
When it came to me, I chose the haunted school toilets. No, not the ones on the ground floor, the ones that I had heard the older kids talk about so often. (I may go off about the school's architecture, but bear with me). On the main, middle floor which is where all the upper-school classrooms are, is the library, it centers our school and at either end of it are two glass arch doors. The ones at the far end of the library lead to those toilets, as you go through them, it is a rather tiny cloakroom, with, too your right is the computer suite and then to your left is another pair of glass doors with one staircase going up (where too?!) and one going down, and the one going down leads to the toilets. From the outside of our school, which is huge, the architecture seems simple, but on the inside... Whoa! Can you say random!
Anyway, Miss. Z looked puzzled but eventually agreed. As you open the glass doors (all are framed in oak) it gave this terrible old creak and squeal and this literally freezing gust of wind slaps you. We all ventured down to the toilets. The boys were all snickering at the fact that they were going into the girl's toilets. Priya and I ignored them. The light was off in the toilets. I had been down there once or twice before, but I was too young to notice the obvious presence.
I spent ages trying to get my angle right and Miss. Z was nagging for me to hurry up, even Priya was getting impatient. Finally, that satisfying click came and everyone sighed in relief. I couldn't help but let that confident smile spread across my face. I marched over to my group and miss. Z who'd been waiting by the doorway. When I reached them, I finally took the time to take in my masterpiece, and only then, my mouth went dry. There, next to the second-to-last-cubicle was a vague figure, standing in a threatening way.
I asked miss. Z worriedly and curiously what it was, she obviously had no idea that I was watching her face carefully, her expression wavered between shocked, worried, annoyed and fear (?!). She regained poise, told me firmly that I simply had smeared the lens, deleted the photo and took my group and me outside on the playground to re-shoot.
The only thing was, if I smeared the lens, wouldn't she of attempted to wipe it clean so that Olly could shoot his? My step-father is a professional photographer and have been taught how to handle cameras and anything of the like; so I was slightly offended.
I was upset and confused, I can still remember that image vividly and looking back, I could've sold it to paranormal authors. Since then, I was firmly convinced that there was something there.
I'm in year seven now and have done everything I can to trace our school's history as our teachers are all very short and secretive when it comes to that matter. Even the head teacher who I have tried to talk to many a time. All I've found is that it was a school for children with Tuberculosis lung disease and a few dates. Ever since that experience, I have had a lot more, involving those exact toilets, the school's basement, cloakrooms, classrooms and school hallways.
Please comment, It would be greatly appreciated as it's my first story, very dry, I know, but I've only had an hour, and the countless amount of ghostly happenings would never fit in that short space of time. This story is probably one of the least scary but I decided I should start it off from this. I very rarely get on this wonderful, useful website as my home-computer says that my browser is infected with "Fun Web Products" so I better not risk it anymore.
Until next time,
-Ariel-
If you haven't read my previous story then I advise you to read that before you continue. It'll make more sense, thank you. So, I promised more, and voila, I have! Now, this all happened in year five.
It was a cold winter's Wednesday. A quarter of a way into our lunch break time, I have my regular guitar session with Jasmine so we miss about ten-fifteen minutes of our computer class which is typical as I kind of enjoy computers. Why couldn't it of been maths? Back to the point, as we were only in year five we didn't have desks, we had table groups so when Jaz and I had finally got back, half of the groups had gone. Allow me to explain; the activity that our class had been doing was, in table groups, we went off to various parts of the school to take the temperature of certain rooms with this piece of equipment, I'm not sure what it's called but it was very technical, and it would send a signal to our teacher's computer. Meanwhile, the other groups were just researching a certain object.
Mr. Scott informed us that we had ten minutes to do so. We all got a chance to do it; therefore, our group could do six rooms. In my opinion the whole taking-the-temperature-thing was pretty pointless. By the time we got back, Jasmine's group had already been and so had mine. There were two groups left to go, so we were placed in them. My group was made up of Jasmine, Sam, Shaleen, Tori, Ryan and Me.
Sam chose the first room. Sam is one of those boys that gets all the girls. A player if that's how they say it. I briefly dated him a while back, he's hilarious. But now, we're just good friends. Anyway, that isn't the point. Guess where he chose, the creepy toilets. We all groaned. I was probably the most reluctant. But eventually he got us down there. As we approached; I got really freaked out, all the memories came flooding back. So I hung behind with Jasmine and Shaleen. I guess that you could say that Tori's fearless or oblivious.
Sam snapped on the dim light and started laughing at us going, "Ooooh, it's a ghost!" I rolled my eyes. As the joker Sam is, he slammed one of the cubicle doors, we all jumped and he just laughed at us. I was really annoyed and tempted to just flee. Sam walked back over to us, finally recovered from his spluttering laughing fit and snatched the temperature-object-thing off Ryan. That was when we heard it, the cubicle door slammed and I even saw the horror in Sam's eyes. It wasn't him. He was too far away. But Ryan obviously hadn't thought out the logic by going, "Dude, that isn't funny!" I was certain it wasn't Tori, she's quite a close friend of mine. She would never do that. Besides, Tori is a terrible liar. It definitely wasn't Jasmine or Shae. They were right beside me.
Sam leant against the hand-dryer, fiddling with the piece of technical junk bad idea. The hand dryer blasted it's awful, deafening whine. That was it. I was booked; I was out of the bathroom like a shot. I'm not sure why that sudden burst of the noise scared me.
Any ideas?
-Ariel-
A Haunted School
Everytime I think of this experience that I went through thirty-five years ago, the hairs on my hands start to stand! I wish it never happened because the thought of that eerie experience haunts me to this day. I have always been a person who does not want to believe in ghosts. I believe that if one does not believe in such things; these apparitions will not appear. I always tell my friends that if you believe in ghosts, spirits, jins and such like, they will show themselves to you BUT if you do not give them any thought, you will not be disturbed by such things.
It was a cool night in April, 1974, and I had to accompany my companion to the Tranquerah English Primary School where he was a teacher, as well as a hockey coach. The school hockey team had to stay overnight in one of the many classrooms because they had to leave for Seremban in the early hours of the morning for a hockey tournament. We went over to give the children their supper of "yew char kueh" or what we fondly refer to as "deep fried chromosomes". This is a popular but simple favourite made of flour, shaped into twin-sticks and deep-fried to make them puff up. So please do not think that we gave the children anything out of the ordinary! Malaysians love this simple delicacy dunked in hot, black coffee!
Before this Chinese delicacies were given out, my companion, Eddy by name, started to give a pep talk to his boys. Eddy stood in front of me facing his hockey team. He was engrossed with his talk and did not notice anything amiss. While he spoke, I felt someone tap me in the small of my back. I turned to see who it was but there was nobody; not a soul! Funny, I definitely felt a hand tapping me! I shrugged it off and continued to listen to Eddy's pep talk. Again I felt someone tapping me gently in the small of my back. Again I turned around and there was no-one in sight! I was beginning to feel uncomfortable and I could feel fear started to grip me but I refused to be overcome by this feeling.
The third time it happened, I felt that it was time for us to leave. I have never felt this feeling before and the hairs on my hand were standing as if they were on viagra! As soon as Eddy finished with his boys, I said that it was time for us to go and I began to hurry him out of the place. Eddy, not knowing what I had experienced, could not understand why I was in a hurry to leave. He kept asking me for a reason and I just simply said, "Don't ask. I will explain later". I could not leave the place fast enough!
As we drove out of the school grounds, Eddy again asked why I was in a hurry to leave. Only then, I started explaining to him and told him what had happened while he was giving his pep talk. He then said, "Oh, it must be because during the Japanese Occupation, many people were tortured and killed there". Oh, wow, thanks for telling this to me now, I thought! And in such a matter-of-fact manner! I was lucky that I was young then. Just imagine if I was much older and had incontinence, I would have surely left a trail from the classroom to the car-park!
Well, that was my first experience with unseen beings and I hope I will not experience anymore in my lifetime. Although I did not see anything, being 'touched or tapped' by such beings gave me an eerie feeling that I will never ever forget.
The Ghost In The School Bathroom
I live up in Northern Ca. Its very country up here and this town is very famous for the gold rush.
Today was my first day of summer school- blech. I was not familiar with the place because it was more of a school for "bad kids". I have never attended summer school until now and I was sort of scared because there were a lot of bad kids that got in fights and smoked pot and have been to juvy.
I was in the class and I felt very misplaced because I am known as a "good goody". I asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. I was walking down the hall feeling fine but all the sudden I felt very uneasy and nervous. I thought nothing of it so as I reached the bathroom I took the stall between the two other ones. No one was in there, and all the stalls were empty. As I closed the stall door, I heard the bathroom door open and someone walking in. I saw the shadow go past my stall as they passed, but then they didn't go in any of the stalls or leave the bathroom or anything- they just stopped at the back of the bathroom. I opened the door and walked out. No one was there. I thought I was just too tired and my mind was playing tricks on me. I went to the sink to wash my hands. Then I heard the footsteps again. They were louder this time though and they were coming towards me. I turned around and right as I did they it stopped and no one was there. By this point I was starting to freak out. I turned back around to wash my hands as fast as I could and the foot steps started again. This time I didn't even turn. I just ran out the door.
As I was walking down the hall they were still behind me and as I started to quicken my pace up so did they. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Right as I put my hand on the class room door, it stopped. So did I. I just stood there for a few seconds just re-capping what happened. Right as I walked in the door I rushed back to my seat and sat down next to my friend. She noticed I was pale and speechless. The funny thing is, she said, "What happened, it looks like you just saw a ghost." I looked at her and said "You have no idea." she got a confused look on her face and I told her what happened. She just nodded and said. "You know, I'm not surprised. Like 6 years back, two girls got in a fight in that bathroom and one pulled a knife. The girl died later that day in the Hospital." She's not the type to lie and I totally believed her because she knows not to mess around with me with all the paranormal stuff. She knows I freak out.
I'm still in shock about what happened today. It was an interesting experience.
The Bathroom Light & The Tall Thin Shadow Man
It was about 2 in the morning on a Saturday morning, and my family and I were headed to my older sister's rugby game in Toledo. We were all really tired and needed to rest before the morning, so we stopped at a tiny motel in the country, about 30 minutes from a town. Upon walking into the tiny room, we observed that there was a porch through a door on the other side of the room, closest to where I was sleeping. Of course, I was scared about seeing something through the large window.
We all fell asleep pretty quickly, exhausted from driving the 7 hours from our town in Tennessee. About twenty minutes after I fell asleep, my little sister tapped me awake, whining about the bathroom light being on. She's twelve, so it was legitimate. When I looked up, it was off. She proceeded to tell me it turned itself off, and I explained it was probably a trip in the breaker or something.
A good half hour later, I woke up to a weird feeling. I saw my parents and little sister still in bed. When I looked around, the bathroom light was on. It turned off finally, and I turned on my side. I have issues with sleeping on my side, and soon felt like I was being stared at. When I turned around, there was a man standing over the bed on my little sister's side. He was tall and lean, like a shadow, but standing out, right in front of me. His attitude was very manlike and so was his posture. Tall and thin opposite of my dad.
I felt like I couldn't breathe. As impossible to describe as it was, I just couldn't make anything come out. I kept staring as if it would go away. I finally tore my eyes away and looked to my parents' bed where they were still asleep, as was my little sister. I began to hit her violently, back to staring at the thing. When she woke up, I looked at her and pointed up where it was, only to see there was nothing there. I mumbled incoherently, talking about going back to bed. I pulled the blankets over my head and fell asleep, the events of the night over exhausting.
To this day, I'm terrified of little motels, and know not to look when the bathroom light is on.
TRUE STORY.
Scared And Confused Child
TThis story takes place in Jacksonville, Florida. I was around 9-11 years old (not sure which age, but in higher elementary school). We had just moved into a new house maybe about 10 minutes away from a cemetery. The events I will tell you about, I thought were caused by that, but later found out another shocking truth. The first thing that creeped me out about this house once we moved in, was that the room I was to sleep in was covered in bees. One of my greatest fears. The entire floor was covered in bees, closet, the windowpanes the shelves in the closet, everywhere. With me being terrified of bees I did not want to touch them, so my mother and grandmother went in and cleaned them up and inspected the room for a hive or a broken window...nothing!
Then I figured everything was fine, but about 2 months later the bees returned. You can imagine how terrified I was to come home from school and find my room covered in bees again. This time they were on the bed especially my pillow, underneath it, my closet, the windows again, and the shelves. This time my mother further inspected the room. Still to find a heaping pile of NOTHING! This was the last time I saw bees in my room. But after the following events I would have gladly come home to the bees everyday.
About a month or so after the bee incident I was laying in bed about to fall asleep when something said look up at the ceiling. I reluctantly looked up and what I saw was horrifying. I saw a devil/demon like creature with a pointed tail. Next to him was a man. He was knelt down with a bowed head. Then the devil/demon took a trident and began stabbing at the man. He looked to be in so much pain. The devil/demon laughed. I closed my eyes hoping it would be over, but when I opened them the poor man was still being tortured. I ran to tell my mom and she just said go back to sleep.
I went back to my room and prayed until I fell asleep. A few nights later my brother claimed the face of the devil was in his window. I went in to see and sure enough there was a face imprinted in the glass like it was somehow in the middle of the plate, neither inside nor out. Now whether it was the devil or not I cannot say but I can tell you that there was no good in it. A few weeks after that our microwave began to go off at exactly 3:15a.m. Every morning. The first night I heard it through my sleep, I woke up and went to see what it was and when I looked there was no food in the microwave, nor was there anyone in the kitchen. I also noticed that while the microwave was going the time was stuck on 66, it never went lower.
Later that night I woke up to use the bathroom and ad I walked out of my room into the hall I saw a woman standing in the hall, and she was dressed in attire from the 1800's she had very long dead nails and was reading out of a brown leather bound book and whispering to herself while pointing at me. I then realized she was a witch reading from her spell book. I was frozen out of fear. I went to tell my mom but she didn't believe me.
It wasn't until my mom actually witnessed things in the house that she started listening to my brother and me. For instance, my mom woke up one night and saw a woman standing in the bed over her. Then one night after work she saw another woman in her bedroom window between the curtains and the window as if she was expecting someone to come home. Then she started to hear the microwave at night, after this she decided to talk to the neighbours and ask if they knew of anything going on at the house. Well all the neighbours had the same story:' The woman who lived there before you used to sit on the porch in the dark of night and practice witchcraft, she also held Ouji parties at her house as well as practicing black majik in the back yard.
After hearing this and being the Christian woman that my mother was (rest her soul) she decided that that house was no place for her nor her children, I think we stayed in that house for maybe 6 months 8 tops. And to this day I can still see beings from the 'other' side, and I also hear things that are not there, or that others cannot hear as well as see them. I also have very vivid dreams of people being hurt by evil beings.