Is Your School Haunted? These Are!
BOARDING SCHOOL GHOST
Christina was attending a boarding school in Ft. Apache, Arizona back in October, 2006. It was her first year at the school, but one of her best friends had been there for three years and had a number of spooky experiences there.
For example, one day when she was walking past the stairs that led to the second floor, she heard what sounded like a little boy laughing, and she could hear his footsteps going up the stairs.
To investigate, she went up the stairs and looked down the hallway, but she saw nothing. She checked all the upstairs rooms, but she saw and heard no one.
When Christina's friend returned to her bedroom, she glanced in her dresser mirror and saw a pale little boy sitting on her bed. But when she turned around, he was gone. When Christina came into the room, her friend told her everything she had seen and heard. She described the little apparition as having blond hair, a pale face, and was wearing a striped shirt and faded blue pants.
"I believed her," Christina says. "I wanted to see this ghost boy, so I would sit on the bottom of the stairs for about an hour every day. I heard nothing for about a week, then I gave up."
Two weeks later, however, Christina has her own encounter with the ghost boy. One morning she had just gotten out of the shower and went into her room to put her shampoo and towel away. "I opened the closet to hang my towel on my closet door," she says, "and when I was about to close the door, I saw him - the little boy exactly as my friend described."
Christina and the little ghost stared at each other for a moment, and then in the blink of an eye, he vanished. "I never saw him again," says Christina. "I knew the dorm use to be a hospital and had a lot of sick and dead people. They said that the room my friend and I are in is where a little boy died from pneumonia."
THE WHISTLING NUN
Cate was also at a boarding school when she had her haunting experience. It was an American boarding school in England - a building that dates back to the 1600s. During Cate's first year at the school, her dorm was above an old "coach house" for the horses that was built near the school's main building, an old mansion. The coach house adjoins a strange, tall building that is also a dormitory.
At one time in its history, the building was a convent, or nunnery, where religious nuns once lived.
One night, Cate was up very late finishing her homework. It was about 2:30 a.m. and one of her roommates was still studying and another roommate was getting ready to go to bed. "As I was organizing my books, we suddenly heard whistling coming from outside the window of our room," says Cate. "The window looked down over a garden that connected us to the old nunnery building. Our room was four stories up off the ground, and the whistling sounded like it was coming from directly outside the window, as if something was hovering there."
Too afraid to investigate any further, the three girls just sat and stared at the window, listening to the whistling. After a few moments it stopped. "There was no wind that night," Cate remembers, "and we could not have heard someone that clearly whistling from the ground. Besides, who would have been out at 2:30 a.m.?"
"Many tales have been told that the nunnery building is haunted by a nun who committed suicide centuries ago by jumping from a window. Was she the one outside our window that night, whistling to us? I guess we'll never know."
Christina was attending a boarding school in Ft. Apache, Arizona back in October, 2006. It was her first year at the school, but one of her best friends had been there for three years and had a number of spooky experiences there.
For example, one day when she was walking past the stairs that led to the second floor, she heard what sounded like a little boy laughing, and she could hear his footsteps going up the stairs.
To investigate, she went up the stairs and looked down the hallway, but she saw nothing. She checked all the upstairs rooms, but she saw and heard no one.
When Christina's friend returned to her bedroom, she glanced in her dresser mirror and saw a pale little boy sitting on her bed. But when she turned around, he was gone. When Christina came into the room, her friend told her everything she had seen and heard. She described the little apparition as having blond hair, a pale face, and was wearing a striped shirt and faded blue pants.
"I believed her," Christina says. "I wanted to see this ghost boy, so I would sit on the bottom of the stairs for about an hour every day. I heard nothing for about a week, then I gave up."
Two weeks later, however, Christina has her own encounter with the ghost boy. One morning she had just gotten out of the shower and went into her room to put her shampoo and towel away. "I opened the closet to hang my towel on my closet door," she says, "and when I was about to close the door, I saw him - the little boy exactly as my friend described."
Christina and the little ghost stared at each other for a moment, and then in the blink of an eye, he vanished. "I never saw him again," says Christina. "I knew the dorm use to be a hospital and had a lot of sick and dead people. They said that the room my friend and I are in is where a little boy died from pneumonia."
THE WHISTLING NUN
Cate was also at a boarding school when she had her haunting experience. It was an American boarding school in England - a building that dates back to the 1600s. During Cate's first year at the school, her dorm was above an old "coach house" for the horses that was built near the school's main building, an old mansion. The coach house adjoins a strange, tall building that is also a dormitory.
At one time in its history, the building was a convent, or nunnery, where religious nuns once lived.
One night, Cate was up very late finishing her homework. It was about 2:30 a.m. and one of her roommates was still studying and another roommate was getting ready to go to bed. "As I was organizing my books, we suddenly heard whistling coming from outside the window of our room," says Cate. "The window looked down over a garden that connected us to the old nunnery building. Our room was four stories up off the ground, and the whistling sounded like it was coming from directly outside the window, as if something was hovering there."
Too afraid to investigate any further, the three girls just sat and stared at the window, listening to the whistling. After a few moments it stopped. "There was no wind that night," Cate remembers, "and we could not have heard someone that clearly whistling from the ground. Besides, who would have been out at 2:30 a.m.?"
"Many tales have been told that the nunnery building is haunted by a nun who committed suicide centuries ago by jumping from a window. Was she the one outside our window that night, whistling to us? I guess we'll never know."
