Experiences In An Old Orphanage

Early this year I started a cleaning job at a high school to get by until I found another job. Every cleaner had their own specific areas of the school where they cleaned. Mine was an old creaky building what looked like a big old house. You can see where this is going already.

The house is old around maybe a couple of 100 years. Apparently it was an orphanage before the whole school was built.

The house has four floors: the basement which is always locked, only the caretaker has the key.

The ground floor which has three classrooms. This was the children's classrooms in the orphanage.

The first floor has a classroom, toilets, kitchen and teachers offices. This used to be the children's bedrooms.

And the second floor which is gated off and locked at the bottom of the stairs. This used to be the priests/teachers bedroom. (The school is a Catholic school.)

Before I started my shift, I always unlocked the doors to make it easier for me to get around. Not all of them were open, but they were unlocked.

There was a lot of days when I was the only person in the house because all the teachers had finished and left to go home. These two events was one of those days.

I was downstairs cleaning and I was near the bottom of the stairs. I heard a door slam shut and LOCK upstairs. I would have understood if the door had just slammed shut, because a window may have been open, or a doorstop may have come loose. But I know that after the door had slammed, I distinctively heard it lock!

I went back upstairs to investigate and tested all the doors, a couple were wide open, but the one's that weren't, were unlocked. I knew that no one was in the building because I had checked every single door and room.

Another time was this: I used to listen to my mp3 player while at work so I wasn't sure exactly what happened.

Again this is another time when I was the only person in the building. I went into one of the teachers offices to hoover, dragging the little Henry with me along the way. As soon as I walked into the room I heard a man's deep voice. I don't know what the words were or even if it was just a sound, because I had my music playing in my ears, which I'm sort of disappointed about because if I hadn't had my music on, I might have known what the noise was and if it was definitely in the room and not outside. But, I am so sure that it came from in the room. And it was a male's voice.

As soon as I heard it, I paused with the little Henry Hoover, turned around and said "F**k that" and headed straight out of the room. That is how sure I was that it was a male's voice in the room.

Other times in the house I've always had the feeling of being watched. I hated when I was in the building alone because of that, but I was completely fine if a teacher or caretaker was in there with me. As I said in my first story, I am completely fine to experience things when I'm with at least one other person. They don't even have to be near me, they can be in a different room, but as long as they are in the same place.

I'm not too concerned about it just thought I'd share it and your views would be appreciated.