Location: Iskut (First Nations Community), British Columbia, Canada
Type: school
Built: n/a
Ghost report from Bonnie on May 28, 2015:
“I worked at a school in Iskut, BC for two years and have never been so frightened in another building in my life. I have lived in many creepy houses and ventured through strange, eerie buildings, but they never actually scared me. The school in Iskut did.
The first time I walked into the building it had an uncomfortable, oppressive feeling to it. And I could immediately feel someone, or something, watching me.
I worked in the library, which was located in the centre of the building and was open to the rest of the building on two sides. Basically, I only had two walls, and no doors. Because of this, I could hear most of what happened in the school. When the kids left, the building was usually quite quiet. But when the rest of the staff would leave, it got noisier again.
I often stayed late with two of the teachers because there was a lot of work to do in the library. When the other teachers left, they would lock their classrooms. All the same, after they were gone, I’d hear their classroom doors opening and slamming shut. Afterward, I’d hear small footsteps, and sometimes a girl giggling. If I stayed particularly late (after dinner time) I would sometimes hear what sounded like a person running down the hallway and pounding on the walls on one side. I couldn’t see anyone, and anyone trying to do that on the other side of the wall would have to be able to run through classroom walls to do it.
After a fundraiser one night, I was bringing supplies back from the gym into the main part of the building. When I opened the doors, I could hear jazz music coming from one of the classrooms. The classroom door was locked and it was dark inside. When I opened the door, the music stopped. I checked the CD player the teacher used, and it was unplugged. Needless to say, I got out of there as quick as I could.
Another experience was much later at night. My father was contracted with renovating the school’s kitchen and was trying to meet a strict deadline, so he asked me to help after school hours. We had two days left to finish, so we were working well past midnight to finish on time. I was feeling very jumpy and kept flinching at the smallest of sounds. Eventually, my dad asked if I was okay, and I told him I felt like something was watching me and/or creeping up on me. He said, “Well, I didn’t want to tell you this, but, when I was here by myself the other night, I saw a little girl. She stayed in the shadows of the hallway, just out of range of my work lights. I asked her what she was doing in the building and she said, ‘My name is Kayla and I live here now.’ Then she laughed and disappeared. It was like she dissolved or something. I didn’t want to scare you, but maybe she’s hanging out with us.” I worked as hard as I could to be finished that project and avoided the building late at night from then on.
The last occurrence I experienced was shortly before I left the community. I was working in the library through Spring Break to get it ready for the next librarian, so I was alone in the building. I could hear a sound that was a mixture of strong winds and distant thunder, and I felt as though something was behind me. Suddenly, a shadow like a huge bird swooped down from the ceiling behind me. Instinctively, I ducked, but it still seemed as if it was only an inch or so above my head. It glided across the library, down the hallway at the other end, then rose up into the ceiling. After that, music started playing in the classroom at the far end of the building. I was so freaked out, I almost left, but one of the janitors came into the building, and the music stopped. I managed to work through the rest of the day, but I found someone to come with me for the rest of Spring Break.”
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