I never ever believed in any of that stuff before this one evening. I was in a school all by myself, waiting to go home at 11... At the end or near the end of our shift, you have to check and make sure all doors and windows are closed and locked by walking around the building. I normally make sure everything inside is closed, locked, and lights out. On my way out of the building I went out by the gym doors, I picked everything up off the floor and put it all away, and turned out the lights. Checked the building, everything was locked up as I already knew it was but had to do it to make sure. Came back through the gym, was sitting in the office playing a game of solitaire.
So about 10 minutes later, I begin to hear kids playing, and giggling, It sounded like little kids playing and bouncing balls maybe grade 1 or maybe grade two, it's 11:20 pm. I walk down towards the noise, the gym lights are on full, and there are 4 or 5 balls on the gym floor, and one is still rolling. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck and arms stand up. Nobody around, so I pick up the balls and close up the gym. Put on the alarm.
I told two people that story the next day, I told Lorie, and I told my brother-in-law. A few days go by, and we are at Lorie's Mom and Dad's, and Lorie's sisters are there. I begin to tell the story, and Lorie's oldest sister said the school to me and asked if it was a certain date, and I said yes. There were two children, a brother and sister, grade 1 and 2 murdered by their father. We figure the spirits of these children come back to the school where they felt the safest on the anniversary of their deaths... As telling this story, which was probably 12 years ago, I again can feel the hair stand up on my neck and arms. I never ever since felt that feeling ever again, as I did that night, in that school...