This story takes place when I was about 10/11 years old. It was winter and my primary school performed every year in the local church with a Christmas play and our deputy head teacher was very good at writing a new unique story every year. This year I was in year 6 and my year group where sheep in the shepherd's flock.
When we finally put on the play, either before or after our performance on stage, my friends Beth, Angel and myself sat down on the floor behind the altar. We were quietly giggling and messing around because none of the audience could see us but we could if we peeked around the corner or quickly looked over the top.
Anyway, we where whispering about our performance when there was a clear knock from inside of the altar we leaned on. There were decorative holes in the altar and we peeked through. All three of us looked through and sitting on the other side where other children leaning on the altar also, with their backs facing us. None of them had knocked.
All three of us were very interested in the paranormal and Beth suggested it could be a ghost. Angel and I agreed and we decided to knock back. Beth knocked three times and two knocks were heard. Every time we knocked and waited for an answer, we looked through to see if the other kids weren't messing with us. No one was and the altar inside was hollow.
We all knew about seances and things so we said that if you say yes knock once and twice for no. We asked random questions about death and gender and age and got a reply on almost all of them. We checked and none of us was knocking when listening for answers and no one on the other side was widing us up. We moved a bit and we saw engraved in the wood of the altar a name. We asked if that was them and we didn't get a clear answer but I think it might of been. It was a while ago so I can't remember what the answers where or what the name was.
Our local church is St. John's church and it is quite old. It has been burned down, rebuilt and even been bombed during the war. This church means so much to me as it is where my parents where married and where my brother was baptised and also where I was baptised with my mum. Our experience with the altar is an interesting one and I would love to hear what you guys think about it. Thank you, unknown_madness.
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LouSlips, I am not sure how the others didn't hear us but there where speaking parts most of the time and they (unlike us) were probaly concentrating hard enough to not hear. 😕
Cosmogal926, I don't know why it was engraved where it was but our church is not a big one and there is not much space around the church for a big plaque. And also, behing the altar and rows of benches where the choir sits when they are not singing so I think he may of been a choir singer or maybe not but that is the only good guess I have for it bieng there so as to maybe the other choir singers can remember him? I didn't tell my parents and when you wrote saying about the decorations? The altar had no decorations on it apart from a white cloth on top and the only decoration was the holes and carvings so it would be impossible for a man made object to make the sound.
Thanks for your comments and thank you for reading!
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