For several months, I worked at a preschool. When I first started working there, another teacher-lets call her Annie-told me the school was haunted. At first, I thought she was just messing with the new girl and brushed it off. I now realize that I should have listened to Annie when she warned me.
The first experience I had came when I was changing a child's diaper during nap time. Every other child in the room was asleep and the lights were off, so it was just this child and I awake when he-let's call him Greg-began waving at the ceiling above me. Being new, I simply assumed Greg was waving at me, until he began babbling and laughing, so I asked "What are you waving at, Greg?" What he said still chills me to the bone. He looked up at me, smiled, pointed to the ceiling over his head, and said "Lady." This boy wasn't even three years old, so I was about to brush it off, until his smile faded a little and he went "now man."
Shortly after that first experience, I was trying to help Greg get to sleep by patting his back while another boy-we'll call him Jamie-was on the mat next to Greg's, already fast asleep. I kept looking around at the other children as I tried to help Greg fall asleep when Jamie sat straight up, a huge smile forming on his face, and started waving at the door to the classroom. I assumed Jamie had heard the door open over me humming to Greg and one of the principals was coming in to talk to me. I turned around, expecting to see the door open, but no one was there. I turned back to Jamie, who had already laid back down and started to fall back to sleep. There was no way as quickly as I turned I wouldn't have noticed a light from the hallway or a figure retreating.
Several weeks later-after a conversation with one of the principals which confirmed the school was haunted-I had moved passed the event with Greg and Jamie and continued doing my job. One evening, I was cleaning a classroom with the last child from that particular room-we'll call him Ian-when I realized I needed to return something to another room. I told Ian-who was only one-to hold my hand as we walked to the empty classroom so I could return the item. Ian-being a very well behaved child-held my hand and gripped my pant leg as I put things away in the empty room. As I got ready to leave, a large stack of papers flew across the room, right passed Ian and I. There was no way a one-year-old could pick up that stack of papers at all, let alone with only one hand available. I picked Ian up and ran back to the room we came from. But I returned to that room after Ian had left to clean up the papers, still scared, but-being respectful-didn't want to leave a mess for another teacher. The stack didn't move this time.
The final event came, once again during nap time. I was once again, trying to help a child-this one we'll call Liam-get to sleep. I was on one side of the changing table with Liam, while another child who was still awake-we'll call him Michael-was on the other. Michael would not go to sleep if you were near him, so I worked on helping Liam, but kept an eye out for Michael to get up. One time, just as I turned my head, I saw a head of brown hair over the side of the changing table. Sighing, I stood up and made my way around the table, only to find Michael asleep, and realize something chilling; the only brunette in the room at all was myself, and none of the children were tall enough for me to see their head over the table from the angle I was at.
My question is this; do children attract spirits, or is this paranoia brought on from a child's imagination and another teacher's joke?