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July 2001
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The
Haunted Schoolhouse
by Matt M.
It seems like every town of decent size has the old haunted schoolhouse, and ours was no exception. This was an old four-story schoolhouse that had a terrible fire some years before, and the top floor was completely destroyed. The legend was that two little girls had dies in the fire, which naturally my friends I laughed at.
One night at about 1:00 a.m., two friends and I decided to pay a visit to this supposed haunted school. I was intrigued by the idea of ghosts, but was treating this whole excursion as a fun little thing to do in the middle of the night and nothing else. We entered through the ground floor, using our flashlights to guide us through the darkness, and making a point of avoiding the basement that looked a little too spooky for our liking. The interior of the school was warm, not uncomfortable at all on this summer night. We went up to the third floor, which was the last floor with a ceiling still on it. We wandered through various, seeing desks and tables among other trash, and could definitely tell how some misguided person could think this place was haunted.
We went down to the second floor, on our way out. Suddenly, from the staircase at the far end of the school, we heard a huge crashing noise, the sound of something heavy falling down the steps. The three of us immediately froze, turning off our flashlights and standing dead still for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like two minutes. We heard no other sounds after this crash, but we assumed some clever person must have pushed one of the desks from upstairs down the steps.
We walked straight over to the stairway, and there was nothing there. Just some tiles. Nothing that could have possible made a noise that loud. Needless to say at that point we hotfooted it out of there. We got to the ground floor, and it was freezing cold. Milt (definitely not his real name) and I looked at each other, and we both knew something strange was going on. As we got to the exit, we turned to look behind us. Down the hallway, near the stairs, I saw a shadow detach itself from the wall and move toward us. Hard to describe, but that's what it looked like. At that point, we sprinted past our third friend who was more than a bit confused by how white we looked. (Especially Milt, who's black.)
We eventually did go back there, and never encountered anything quite this strange, although there always seemed to be something odd going on there. Why we went back I'll never know, but now that I'm older and wiser I don't see it happening again!
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