This story actually has no ties to any of my other ones as they usually do, but its still pretty interesting and chills me to this day. I was in fourth grade and we were living in Salem, the Capitol of Oregon, and its a town that's pretty rich in history, especially the historic old downtown section that houses the Salem Opera House (I think that's its name), and that's where this takes place.
We were doing a week long tour of the city and this day was Music Day, and we were studying music history courtesy of the music hall. After learning about Beethoven and Mozart (basic fourth grade stuff), we all gathered in the main auditorium to learn the history of the hall. As soon as the lecture was over, the topic of a "ghost" that haunts the hall was brought up and I don't remember the story well but it pertained to someone who used to work there dying a sad death and thus sticking to the hall.
Well, we all got pretty into that as kids would, but as we lined up to leave one kid pointed out to the stage and yelled "look!" Turning round, sure enough you could see the curtain pull aside and there was a black figure, hunched over as in a peeking round the corner stance, and it swished a bit then the curtain fell aside and it was gone. As you could imagine, a nervous atmosphere came about and amidst the chatter, another boy pointed to the upper decks and sure enough there it was again! In a minute it was gone, and as the adults scrambled to keep everyone under control we were hustled out.
Outside everyone was still hyped up but the adults denied everything that happened and hurried us out-still another hour left in the itinerary but it didn't matter.
My teacher, Mr. Sherman I remember, avoided any and all conversation and inquiries about the event, as did every other teacher who was there and even some who weren't, and the rest of the week, a day or two was left, never happened, and future field trips to the hall also never happened.
I can't believe I almost forgot this story, its so fun.