This happened in 1966 when I was ten. It isn’t very dramatic, but it was quite scary enough for me. I was at a convent boarding school in the United Kingdom. The school was shaped like a Z with the fourth-year classroom at the bottom right at ground level with the third-year classroom between it and the rest of the school.
A long corridor ran from the fourth-year classroom and past the third. It had a window at the top, but above my height so I couldn’t actually see into the classroom.
At weekends the children could watch television after dinner and before bed. Toward the end of dinner, two girls would be sent to the third-year classroom to put chairs out, as this was where the only television set was.
One winter evening, my friend Cherie and I were chosen for this job. I finished dinner before her and set off for the classroom. I got into the third-year classroom, and before I could put the lights on I heard something from the fourth-year room I had just passed. It sounded like shuffling and desks being nudged and chairs moved. I couldn’t see into the room, but the sounds were moving toward the door of the room. It seemed that whatever made the noise would get to the door before I could run past it back into the main part of the school.
At that time of day, every member of the tiny school was in the kitchen or dining room. No one would be in that classroom, in the dark.
As I stood there, Cherie came down the corridor. The noises stopped and I switched the light on in the third-year room. I felt I had almost been caught by something, but characteristically for me, I didn’t say anything about it.
Later that winter a couple of fourth year girls had permission to go into their classroom after dark to fetch something. They didn’t bother with the lights. In the room, they saw a small figure that laughed at them. It was not anyone from the school. They ran out screaming. After this, no-one was allowed into that part of the school at night I am just glad I never saw whatever it was.
Submitted by Jan Belton
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