Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My old elementary school always kind of creeped me out . But when I got into fourth grade, which, along with fifth grade, was on the second floor of the school . It all started off as small things, things that could have been anything, if they didn’t come from an angry spirit.

A door slammed a couple of time and wind blew at a certain boy, which was my friend I might add. Things always flew at him, for some reason always him. But sometime in October, he started acting strange. Usually religious, he suddenly stopped praying and showing signs of faith in God like he had usually done about everyday. We all thought it was nothing, so we ignored it. But that day he got really sick, a really high fever. He had to go home. He kept telling us that his head hurt a lot. We just thought he probably got sick from playing outside, it can get pretty cold around that time of year.

We were all so excited about the Halloween dance that we were going to have at school. I wanted to scare Josh (the name of the boy) with my awesome Halloween costume. But he was absent from school for three days and missed the dance. He came back to school the next week with glasses. He told me that he probably just needed glasses and that’s why his head hurt so much. But he started acting a lot different a few days later. His eyes were a yellowish red color, but normally his eyes were brown.

He started to cuss at all of us. He threw away all of his religious items. My friends and I took the things and held on to them until we thought he was back to normal. His parents came into the classroom one day, but wearing large crucifixes. I had seen a large black figure the day before that slowly faded away. It all suddenly stopped a few months later. Everything. We got over it all and finished fourth grade happy to be out of that classroom.

The next year I hoped that I could start all over. Forget all about the fourth grade that scared me so much. Fifth grade, the first day of school, we all got tapped on the shoulder at the same time. We all heard someone whisper our name. It was starting again. That night, I found an old notebook. It was mine. I looked through it and saw that I had written all about fourth grade and it’s brutal haunting. But I didn’t want it to start again. I didn’t want to be scared again. But the very next day, when we were having DARE class, which was a special class for fifth graders about not taking drugs and to never drink and being a good person, but anyway, I saw a black figure, the same one from the year before. That’s when I thought, “ That’s it! I am putting a stop to this no matter what happens!”

So I told my friend Sandra everything. We started to do some research. Nothing showed up. So we tried to talk to the spirits of young children that we had recently seen around the school. They told us that they were murdered by a man, one of them eleven years old, the other five, the other eleven as well. They told us about how a man had snuck into their home in the middle of the night and killed them. Their best friend had seen it all and ran to get help but was stopped by the same man and killed along with them.

We had heard rumors of the school being an old cemetery in the past century. In my drama club the previous year, two fifth graders told me that their class room, soon to be my classroom, was haunted by a purely demonic spirit. I didn’t believe them, they were always trying to scare me and they were always making jokes. Another boy in my class started hearing voices in his head. He got extremely thin and deathly pale in a few days. We thought he ought to go to a hospital, but he refused. We were scared for him. What he was hearing was actually scary.  A man that knew his name and told him about the three kids he had murdered when he was alive. The voice told him also that he had joined the dark side, the evil side.

I worked in the morning in my classroom, before everyone else came in. Twice a week, I would open up the classroom and set everything up. I would hear the voice of a man whispering in my ear, but there was no one there. I told him that I wasn’t afraid of him and I stopped hearing the voice. I never showed fear. I also would hear the voice of a teenage boy, two kids, and an elderly woman, but no one was in the school yet except for the people working in the principal’s office. I saw the apparition of what looked to be like a former teacher. I saw so much, and it still haunts me. I still remember it all so clearly. I’m in sixth grade now, but I won’t forget it ever. I just hope that someone will try to fix the school, have an exorcism or something. I didn’t have the nerve to do it because my parents would think I was crazy and make me see a psychologist. But I warned all of my friends to watch out for it if they get that class. I just wonder why something so evil would be lurking in an elementary school. This was a true story.

Written by Brianna, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com

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