This is a story I just recently heard about from my mom,
after bringing up the topic of ghosts and this website. I
believed it as soon as I heard, due to some experiences of
my own.
My mom has been teaching for about 20 years and before
she taught at our intermediate school she worked at the Pre-
K thru 2nd grade school, named Westside. Being the good
teacher she is, she would often come in on weekends to
work, after asking a couple of other teachers if they would
be working as well. The following Saturday she would go to
school and while she was working she would hear doors
opening and closing and children running in the halls. She
always just assumed one of the other teachers had brought
their children in, only to find out that she had been alone
in the building, except for whatever was making those
noises.
My mom was somewhat skeptical and was telling one of the
janitors about what had happened he said things happened at
night too. At night the light will turn on and off, doors
and windows will open and close, and the sound of a child
crying will float through the halls, but whenever you think
you know which room it's coming from, it's heard in another
part of the building.
As I said before, I've had some experiences there
myself. When I was in second grade I was in our classroom
with a couple of friends, getting the ball bag for the
teacher. Someone called out my friends name from the
hallway and we all ran, thinking it was one of the boys.
The hallway was a dead end, with a door that was always
locked and no one was in the hallway. We even searched the
room, thinking someone could have hidden. Once we knew no
one had said that, at least no one we could find, we hauled
our little 7-year-old butts out of the classroom.
While I was at that school the Virgin de Guadelupe's
image appeared on a windowsill and I remember seeing it.
It was in full color, and you could see through it
clearly. I also believe I saw a boy's guardian angel
once. The boy was "special" and let go of the chains on
the swing about 10 feet off the ground. As he was being
loaded onto the lid of our sand table I saw a white
something hovering in the air above him. It was a clear,
sunny day, and it disappeared too quickly to be a cloud.
Incidentally, that lid of the sand table gave everyone the
creeps and I personally never touched it again.
The school was recently named Ted Flores and I have not
been back lately, as I am in high school and too cool to be
seen around a little kid's school. Anyways, I don't want
to know if what used to be there still exists. A couple of
guys I know said that before the school was built a house
used to stand there. There was a mom and dad and seven
kids. One night the father took his shotgun and killed his
wife and kids before killing himself with a handgun. Is one
of the children still crying, alone and afraid?
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