Yes, I've seen a few.I went to a horrendous private elementary and junior high school. But enough about me. It's time to talk about the ghosts.
This school, set in New York, not far from Washington Irving's legendary Sleepy Hollow was a potpourri of veritable supernatural phenomena. Every year, for the benefit of new students, we'd have the same assembly on the first week. The principal (who called himself the 'headmaster') would discuss various school policies and would end each speech with, 'Now, the buildings are set up in such a way so that when they were built, the sunlight passed through it at different angles and the wind passes through them in strange ways. It is just the building architecture, tricks of the light, and your imagination. There are no phantoms.'
He lies. There ARE phantoms. Anyone who passed through this school believes in ghosts. I don't know why they're there or where they came from. Now, they didn't appear each day. Their appearances were few and far between. Imagine a bug in your house. You don't seem them every day, but you know they're there, and anytime when you take a casual glance at a wall or ceiling, you just might catch one.
The first one I saw was in the woods bordering the playground. Some kids were saying that if you went and stood in a particular spot, the air around you suddenly grew chill for no apparent reason. I went and stood there, and saw a little boy's face appear from the leaves of the closest shrub. He mouth was moving but he made no noise. A group of kids gathered around as I tried to speak to the apparition, but I don't remember engaging in any successful communication with him. He vanished a minute and a half later.
The second time, a friend of mine, Rebecca, was tossing her pencil into the air during social studies class. At the peak of one toss, the pencil disobeyed gravity and simply hovered for a few seconds before returning to her hand. She stared at me then raised her hand. The teacher called on her and Rebecca began, 'Mrs. Lasner, my pencil just...'
'Just ignore it, dear,' Mrs. Lasner interrupted, 'We're talking about Indonesia.'
The third and final time I saw a specter was on my way to foreign language class down the hallway of the new 7th and 8th grade building. A pale grown person walked across the hall about thirty feet in front of me from one room to another. This was no trick of light or wind. I couldn't tell the gender, but this was a ghost person. I think I was the only one who saw it, but I remember it taking me a while to gather up the nerves to continue on down the hall. Whoever it was had vanished.
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This school, set in New York, not far from Washington Irving's legendary Sleepy Hollow was a potpourri of veritable supernatural phenomena. Every year, for the benefit of new students, we'd have the same assembly on the first week. The principal (who called himself the 'headmaster') would discuss various school policies and would end each speech with, 'Now, the buildings are set up in such a way so that when they were built, the sunlight passed through it at different angles and the wind passes through them in strange ways. It is just the building architecture, tricks of the light, and your imagination. There are no phantoms.'
He lies. There ARE phantoms. Anyone who passed through this school believes in ghosts. I don't know why they're there or where they came from. Now, they didn't appear each day. Their appearances were few and far between. Imagine a bug in your house. You don't seem them every day, but you know they're there, and anytime when you take a casual glance at a wall or ceiling, you just might catch one.
The first one I saw was in the woods bordering the playground. Some kids were saying that if you went and stood in a particular spot, the air around you suddenly grew chill for no apparent reason. I went and stood there, and saw a little boy's face appear from the leaves of the closest shrub. He mouth was moving but he made no noise. A group of kids gathered around as I tried to speak to the apparition, but I don't remember engaging in any successful communication with him. He vanished a minute and a half later.
The second time, a friend of mine, Rebecca, was tossing her pencil into the air during social studies class. At the peak of one toss, the pencil disobeyed gravity and simply hovered for a few seconds before returning to her hand. She stared at me then raised her hand. The teacher called on her and Rebecca began, 'Mrs. Lasner, my pencil just...'
'Just ignore it, dear,' Mrs. Lasner interrupted, 'We're talking about Indonesia.'
The third and final time I saw a specter was on my way to foreign language class down the hallway of the new 7th and 8th grade building. A pale grown person walked across the hall about thirty feet in front of me from one room to another. This was no trick of light or wind. I couldn't tell the gender, but this was a ghost person. I think I was the only one who saw it, but I remember it taking me a while to gather up the nerves to continue on down the hall. Whoever it was had vanished.