I said I would write about it and I am a man of my word. This happened my senior year of high school Early 2000 April or May. It was finals time at the end of school. The finals were over the course of three days. When you completed a classes final you didn't have to go to that class anymore. On that second day I had an open 2 hour block instead of leaving from the school I stayed. The school was at least a mile away from any thing resembling a business, even that was only a grocery store. My trailer park was a good 15 miles away so why waist the gas.
I started to wonder the halls in the main part of the building. A diamond shape with two hallways coming off of one side of the building; something like this <>===. The top hallway leads to the gym and music rooms. The bottom leads to the art, technology, student union, and photo lab. And nested between those halls was the bathrooms and auditorium. Theater, drama, music, and choir had ended so the auditorium was completely vacant.
After making a lap around looking to see if a I could find anyone to hang out with (to no avail) I sat in the commons area of the building. I looked in the direction of the theater. Yeah, you know where this is going. Entering the auditorium on the side of the gym I looked downward toward the stage. The stage was flanked by a small set of stairs. It set about thirty feet deep, fifty feet wide visible; about fifteen feet on either side for the back stage area.
I got onto the stage on the gym side and I started to walk around aimlessly. Standing in the middle of the stage I started to moke Shakespeare " oh, what light" yada yada; then out from my left on the art side of the stage I heard metal banging. I was like snap caught. I waited for the person that was coming down from the catwalk to tell me to get to class or make fun of me for the overacting. After a short time no one came so I went over to see what was up there.
This side of the stage had a steel spiral staircase painted a nasty fading orange. At the top of it was a door and a wall made of chicken wire. The staircase shook and creaked steadily as I ascended the steps. At the top I was expecting to be greeted by a locked door. To my surprise the lock was open.
As I made across, the platform I was on was solid; about eight feet from me and eight feet up a small ladder was the catwalk above the stage. By this time I had forgotten why I came this way and just wanted to get on the cat walk. I made it up two or three rungs of the ladder when it happened. I am six one so I could see the insane drop from the catwalk to the stage from where I was.
Standing on the ladder I continued, or tried to continue. The weight of my legs was intense. I could not get them to move. I would lift my leg only to have it slam back down to the rung below. My intent was to go up to the catwalk. I am not afraid of heights; in the past I have gone rock climbing higher than this. Something was holding me down to the ladder. Holding on to my legs after looking around a bit stuck in that position I decided to leave because I just could not go any farther. The weight on my legs slowly left as I got farther from the steps. By the time I reached the door the sensation was completely gone.
I went down the stairs angry that I could not get on the catwalk. I still don't know if it was my sentinel or something else. Until very recently I have not spoken of any of my occurrences with anyone. Out of fear of them not believing me and ridicule. So I never asked anyone if they have had similar experiences or if they knew what or whom it was.
Stay tuned, there's more to come. My next one may have a video attached to it; if I can find it that is. It may be about what I caught on camera at my old house. Thanks for reading and thanks for the comments.
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