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This takes place about 15 years ago.
There's an abandoned house in the center of a very large forest, in the back of a nursing home near me. It was built in about 1750, so I hear, and used to be a schoolhouse that ended up burning down eventually. The story goes that nobody lived, either; and that's why few people ever visit it.
A friend and I decided to visit this house because we'd seen it numerous times and were curious about the inside. It was maybe around 11:00 at night.
Upon entering, Mary (my friend) said she was hot, like she had "stepped on the sun." I thought she was just trying to scare me, until I flicked on the flashlight and noticed she was sweating. I was getting nervous, but then she said "It's okay. Let's keep going. I'm wearing a heavy sweater and thick pants and this is a small room. That's probably the case."
We went up the stairs (I'm surprised they didn't break, they were in horrible shape) when she spotted something. It was a piece of paper, half of it had burned off, but the half that still existed read: "Sarah". The ink was a bit runny but it was still somewhat legible. My belief and Mary's belief was that this "Sarah" was a student at this school before it burned down.
We eventually ended up finding a bunch of other things: Pieces of chairs, more paper (writing was illegible except for a large "A" in the middle), pieces of wood that looked to be parts of desks (I think), etc.
Suddenly we began to hear footsteps. Maybe someone else was brave enough to come see the inside? We walked cautiously down the stairs but... nothing was there. "Weird." I said.
Mary began walking back up the stairs to collect the things we'd found when she tumbled down the stairs, and landed on her shoulder, in a pile of wood that ended up seriously injuring her (she needed fifteen stitches later.)
"She pushed me!" I managed to hear her say even though she was crying so much.
"Who pushed you?" I asked. I was confused.
"That girl!"
"Who?!"
Puzzled, I walked back up the stairs but nothing was there.
Suddenly, I heard someone talking. I knew it couldn't be Mary, she was too busy crying. It was the voice of a child, definitely. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. There was a small opening in the wall behind me, so I turned around to see what was going on outside, if anyone was out there.
What I saw...really scared me.
There were girls in white...these girls in long white dresses with braids walking away from the building. They all looked nearly identical and nearly inhuman.
In terror, I ran down the stairs, grabbed Mary despite the fact she was in severe pain, and ran home as fast as I could.
The next time I saw her, she had 15 stitches in her shoulder.
"I meant to ask you." I said. "Who did you say pushed you?"
She looked down.
"This girl in a white dress...I don't know who she was, or where she came from."
It would be an understatement to say I had the largest goosebumps ever. I thought I was just imagining those girls.
Does anybody have an idea of what happened that night? Was somebody just playing a joke on us, or were they the spirits of the children who died in the fire over 100 years ago? To this day, it still haunts me. If it WAS someone playing a joke, they did a REALLY nice job making themselves look almost transparent...
I get the chills thinking about it. (This isn't the only paranormal experience I've had, and it's the one that frightens me most.)
This takes place about 15 years ago.
There's an abandoned house in the center of a very large forest, in the back of a nursing home near me. It was built in about 1750, so I hear, and used to be a schoolhouse that ended up burning down eventually. The story goes that nobody lived, either; and that's why few people ever visit it.
A friend and I decided to visit this house because we'd seen it numerous times and were curious about the inside. It was maybe around 11:00 at night.
Upon entering, Mary (my friend) said she was hot, like she had "stepped on the sun." I thought she was just trying to scare me, until I flicked on the flashlight and noticed she was sweating. I was getting nervous, but then she said "It's okay. Let's keep going. I'm wearing a heavy sweater and thick pants and this is a small room. That's probably the case."
We went up the stairs (I'm surprised they didn't break, they were in horrible shape) when she spotted something. It was a piece of paper, half of it had burned off, but the half that still existed read: "Sarah". The ink was a bit runny but it was still somewhat legible. My belief and Mary's belief was that this "Sarah" was a student at this school before it burned down.
We eventually ended up finding a bunch of other things: Pieces of chairs, more paper (writing was illegible except for a large "A" in the middle), pieces of wood that looked to be parts of desks (I think), etc.
Suddenly we began to hear footsteps. Maybe someone else was brave enough to come see the inside? We walked cautiously down the stairs but... nothing was there. "Weird." I said.
Mary began walking back up the stairs to collect the things we'd found when she tumbled down the stairs, and landed on her shoulder, in a pile of wood that ended up seriously injuring her (she needed fifteen stitches later.)
"She pushed me!" I managed to hear her say even though she was crying so much.
"Who pushed you?" I asked. I was confused.
"That girl!"
"Who?!"
Puzzled, I walked back up the stairs but nothing was there.
Suddenly, I heard someone talking. I knew it couldn't be Mary, she was too busy crying. It was the voice of a child, definitely. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. There was a small opening in the wall behind me, so I turned around to see what was going on outside, if anyone was out there.
What I saw...really scared me.
There were girls in white...these girls in long white dresses with braids walking away from the building. They all looked nearly identical and nearly inhuman.
In terror, I ran down the stairs, grabbed Mary despite the fact she was in severe pain, and ran home as fast as I could.
The next time I saw her, she had 15 stitches in her shoulder.
"I meant to ask you." I said. "Who did you say pushed you?"
She looked down.
"This girl in a white dress...I don't know who she was, or where she came from."
It would be an understatement to say I had the largest goosebumps ever. I thought I was just imagining those girls.
Does anybody have an idea of what happened that night? Was somebody just playing a joke on us, or were they the spirits of the children who died in the fire over 100 years ago? To this day, it still haunts me. If it WAS someone playing a joke, they did a REALLY nice job making themselves look almost transparent...
I get the chills thinking about it. (This isn't the only paranormal experience I've had, and it's the one that frightens me most.)
It's a really nice house, actually, but there's a feeling of intense sadness when you enter certain rooms (or maybe it's just me?)
I can't help but wonder what it was though, it seems a shame they couldn't ask the grandfather since he clearly knew *something* was there...and I think if I'd been in the position of the "thing" coming towards the attic entrance I'd have plotted my escape of the house, but then waited to see if I could just get a glimpse of whatever it was at the top before running, although it'd be quite hard to stay and do so 