My mom was a Girl Scout leader of the troop I was in. When I was about 10 or some age like that, we decided to move our original meeting place to the church we went to. We moved into a room upstairs in the "New" part of the building, the new part of the building was added on some years ago, making it have a load of new rooms like a school. We were on the second floor of the building, next to the nursery and the Sunday school rooms.
Since my mom was the leader, she and I would lock the church up at night. I would sometimes run an errand for her downstairs to the church kitchen to get our stuff before we left, and I would feel real uneasy. I thought to myself I shouldn't feel uneasy, it's the house of my Lord, what was my problem? Another room I didn't like going to was the boiler room, where all the cleaning supplies were. I would always get these random thoughts of an old man with a gray wirey beard and overalls on. He looked angry and certainly didn't want us in his room.
A couple of years later, we moved our room down in the half-basement, under the sanctuary of the church. This is where all the fun starts. The new room was huge and echoey. The room itself didn't have any windows, but the small rooms surrounding it did. One night my mom, my best friend, her mother, and I were locking up the church. We were standing out in front of the church talking when my best friend's mother (also my God Mother) noticed a light on in of the rooms attached to our room. We never go in those rooms. We all went back in the church to turned it off, came back outside and this time, we all saw the light come on. We reluctantly went back in the church and to our room to turn it off. I saw in my head or "mind's eye" me dropping my folder I had in my hands and my best friend and I running down the hall way. Well... We got to our room and mom was walking back from turning off the light, the light flipped on again, and a door slammed real hard making the echo super loud. As I saw in my head, I dropped my folder and ran. My best friend was running ahead of me, we ran through a corridor and one of the doors swung closed and hit me on the arm, leaving a horrible bruise. It hurt for weeks. My friend didn't remember closing or hitting the door that closed on me, so either she hit it and didn't remember, or something pushed it...hard.
The Church Ghost Part 2 will be coming soon.
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