Ghost Stories

This one is his. He went to a private Christian high school. One day during classes one of his teachers gave a presentation on the weird history of the school. Some time ago, the teacher (who was the former principal turned teacher again) was attending midnight mass (theres a church built into the school.) The priest there finished the service, and everybody went home. The priest went to go pray in front of...I forget the word but I know its like the center table/altar thing, and he died in that spot.

These schools also have dorms. To get to the dorms from the school part the quickest route is through the chapel. Also fyi, the place where the priests stay used to be old photograph development rooms, and so they have one window on the door at eye level.

Him and his friend were walking through and his friend had been absent on the day of the presentation, so he goes "You know a priest died in here. in that very spot actually" when they got to the chapel. so his friend goes "you know what would be really creepy? if there was a guy working in one of these rooms and he looked at us when we walk by."

So they keep walking through, peeking in the little windows. Then his friend just stopped, like not just stopped walking but physically froze. "hey brendan, brendan, whats wrong? hey brendan" and looked through the little window

while we were riding the bikes his pedaling kind of just died out and he was looking at me most of the time he was talking. his eyes went from me and he was kind of looking up over and past me staring at a point. then he said "I don't really know what I saw. It was just kind of like a white mist, and maybe...what looked like an eye, a nose, a nose for sure, and a mouth." then he looked at me really ernestly "but it could have just been lights or something"

my friend e-mailed that teacher who gave them the presentation asking for a picture of the priest who had died. he printed it out and went up to his friend and asked "do you know this guy?" his friend looked at it for a split second then had a really violent reaction to avoid looking at it anymore. he can't look at the picture of that priest now.

so they both just booked it the hell out of there and to their friends room. Later that night, after some recollection, they went back through the place. not a single worker was there that night, no lights were on and not a computer or anything. everything was turned off.

This one is mine, and its probably the weirdest thing I've experienced. You might or might not know about S-bar F scout ranch in Missouri. If you don't, its just a massive piece of land with various camps and different places on it.

Me and a friend were walking to a place called Castle rock. It's just a large place with rocks you can jump around and stuff. On the path there, theres a spot that forks off into two trails. We were just getting close and I started feeling bad. Not quite bad, just...contradictory. I don't know how to describe it because its not comparable to anything else I've ever felt

We got up to the fork and I stopped. I was feeling horrible. my heart started racing and I felt something there was wrong. I looked and I distinctly remember seeing charred logs and a rock that looked like it didnt belong where it was sitting (like it had been dragged over or something). Because of that, I remember the exact spot I was standing.

Kind of anticlimactic at this point but the feeling built up so much I turned around and started running back to camp. My friend who was with me didnt feel a thing and was like "what are you doing?" So I thought it was just me bugging out.

But several years later I go back to castle rock with my troop. We typically come on the same week. The spot I was standing on had been marked off. I asked what happened and learned that the time I had been there before, almost to the day, a man had murdered a woman and buried her body in that spot. He didn't bury her deep enough so the smell seeped through and she was found.