My Haunted School

It all started a couple of years ago when I was sent over to the old school to work the swing shift. I was not happy about the move, but I really had no choice in the matter. If I didn’t like it, there was the door, so I accepted it.

One of my duties was to close the school at night since I was the last person there. On the first night I closed the school, I went down to check the basement lunchroom doors and shut the lights off. The room seemed unusually chilly. I found this to be rather odd because the rest of the building was steamy hot.

I checked the doors and went over and switched off the lights. Suddenly a chill ran up my spine and the hairs on my neck stood on end. I shook it off, but couldn’t help but to think that this was quite unusual. It was not like me to get wisps of fear for no reason.

As the days went on those feelings continued each night. The fear that came over me almost wanted to make me run from the room each night, but as I said, I am not one to give in to fear, so I just did my job normally. I did begin to wonder about why I got those feelings each time I was alone in the basement. The chills, goose bumps, and hair standing were certainly unusual. My imagination is not one to create imaginary monsters hiding in corners so I began to think that there may be something to this.

A few months later, I once again found myself closing things up in the basement, and right after turning off the lights, I thought I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye in the darkened entryway to the music room. I called out to see if perhaps maybe a teacher was there and I got no response. I turned the lights back on and went and looked in the music room to find nothing and went back and shut everything down and quickly left.

The next night the same thing occurred, first a chill, then nervousness followed by the goosebumps and hair on my neck standing up. This time I stood there for a moment in the dark and I got the intense feeling that I was being watched. Then a serious fear tried to overtake me, but I caught myself. I thought about what my faith tells me, that I am a child of the living God and He has his protection over me if I put my trust in Him. Suddenly the feelings went away and the room felt warm again.

It was at that moment that I felt a boldness to speak out. I called out to whatever being it was that was inhabiting the school basement. I told it of my faith, but also told it I meant no harm but was just here doing my job.

To this day I still get the feeling that there is something down there; a spirit, ghost, being, whatever. I still can feel the chill and the sense of being watched. I do also feel safe from harm and fear. The thing that resides there I feel accepts me and knows it has no strength over me. No longer is there any hint of fear with the thing. Often when I am down there I talk to it like I would talk to an acquaintance. Maybe some would say that is a little nuts, but I really think there is something down there, and it is still there. Even tonight I told it about our new worker and asked it to be nice to her.

I think at some point I need to look up the history of the school and the ground on which it stands.