Ghosts on Campus

Labels: ghosts, John A. Davis, Main Building, Old Jail, Theologue, White City Amusement Park
The history of Davis College (formerly Practical Bible Training School and Practical Bible College) is very rich. This blog will have stories and articles about the history of the school founded by John A. Davis. The history continues to be written and articles related to that aspect will also be included. Alumni may submit stories of their time here using the form. And feel free to post comments to articles on the blog. Please feel free to subscribe. Be sure to look at the archives too.
Labels: ghosts, John A. Davis, Main Building, Old Jail, Theologue, White City Amusement Park
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Hey there Corey,
Not sure if I ever told you some of the things that happened to me at college... They factored into why I left. The strangest thing I can tell you is that one day after chapel, I went to the lounge to take a quick nap before lunch. There were a few people in the lounge. I asked one of my friends who was in there (I don't remember who it was now) to wake me up at lunch.
Well, I don't know how long I had dozed, but I woke to the sound of footsteps approaching the lounge. I kept my eyes closed because I didn't really want to be bothered by anyone. I figured if it was my friend coming to wake me, I'd talk to him, but didn't wish to talk to anyone else.
Well, the footsteps stopped somewhere in the middle of the room. Then I heard a question: "What are you doing?"
I opened my eyes in order to say "What does it look like I'm doing?" but there was no one there. I should've left then, but I just thought maybe the sound had carried in from elsewhere. The windows were open, ya know?
I closed my eyes and laid back down. About 30 seconds to a minute later, I heard the footsteps again... and they started right where they had left off in the middle of the room. They came right towards me, right to the side of the leather couch i was laying on. I was too scared to move.
I briefly heard the voice try to ask me something else, and I tried to sit up and scream "get away from me!" I didn't even get halfway to a sitting position, I couldn't open my eyes, and my scream was reduced to a gurgling whisper. I heard the footsteps running away from me towards the outside wall (not towards the door, strangely enough), and accompanied with the footsteps was a strange sound. I can only describe it as maniacal laughter and a baby crying at the same time. I know that's weird, but I can't recreate the sound, or describe it any better.
Ever since then, on occasion, I will wake to hear voices when there's no one there, or I'll feel a presence in whatever room I'm sleeping in. Only once did I see something... A large, dark shadow moving past the foot of my bed. The weird thing is my dog was growling as I tried to scream. Every time I'm "visited" I am paralyzed.
I wish I'd have found this blog years ago.... Hopefully someone else will stumble across it and leave you a story or two.
-CC
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