Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

About a year ago on October 30th I was asked to take a student into the school’s auditorium for a Ghost Hunt. Normally nothing happens and I shrug it off as a joke. This time was different for some reason I still don’t know about, much different. The student I was with, Austin, seemed to attract the school’s ghosts. There had been rumors for years that the school was built over a mine shaft where people died in, a burial mound for Native Americans, and a student had hung himself and now haunts the school. It seems now that all of these were true.

We had been sitting down in the eighth row down from the top and just watched fro anything at first there was nothing but then everything went haywire.

Shadows of miners pushing carts streamed across the back walls of the room. When we went to get a closer look they stopped but the seat Austin was in was shaking like an earthquake hit while everything else remained still. We went back down to inspect the seat and it had stopped before we got there. Austin then left his camera on one of the stage props that was closest to the center of the stage.

I showed him where the student had been said to kill himself and sure enough the wire noose was still there, but when we turned around Austin had shone his flashlight upward for some reason and I looked up to see that the black rope that was used to operate the vent had wrapped around the rafters and the vent and was now a neon yellow.

The light on Austin’s camera went out and the camera went fuzzy like a T.V. when nothings hooked up to it. the curtains behind us on the opposite side of the room started to rock and when we walked over no air was blowing in from the vents or anywhere for that matter. walking around them we heard a noise, and when I look over the one clock backstage that had never worked in my four years up at the school had started to run almost at double-time. When Austin looked at it closer it was not hooked up to anything no internal battery no wires or anything. I turn around cause I felt like I was being watched and to my horror I saw one of the elusive ghosts. I appeared to be bald had no eyes, just empty eye sockets, a nose and no mouth, and the part of its body I could see seemed to be very muscular.

I step towards it and it vanished in a mist of blackness that, like its body, was much darker than the windowless room. Then we rushed back to the camera and it was completely drained of its battery. We stand in front of the dressing-rooms Austin in front and me standing diagonally behind his right side. Suddenly my left arm got freezing cold which was odd since I has wearing long sleeves and a heavy varsity jacket. Then I see Austin’s body jerk forward like he had been shouldered from behind and I could literately hear every gasp of air leave his body and see it leave in a small white puff. We high-tailed it out of there after that because Austin swore that he had almost died and I was starting to believe him. The auditorium was closed off for the remainder of the day, and no one not even the staff were allowed in for fear of another death.

Sent in by Nick, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com

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