I live in a small rural town called Jackson, located in southeast Ky. I attended a small independent school called Jackson City School. I played basketball there from 5th grade to senior year, but attended there from first grade through graduation of senior year. So I was there a lot of the time for practices, dances and other events. On several occasions strange things would happen in the school building. Especially the high school building. Our girls bathroom was located in the basement and was always kind of cold. I always hated using the bathroom alone because it felt like someone was watching me all the time. Once I was in the last stall using the bathroom and I was alone, and next thing I knew the toilet in the next stall flushed all by itself. I looked under the stall and couldn't see anything. I would have heard someone come in and go in there anyways. I hurried and got out of there.
Another time I was in the bathroom alone and heard a little girl humming a song. I didn't recognize it but I knew no one was down there with me so I hurried once again and got out of there. Another time our water fountain was broken downstairs and we were having basketball practice and I needed a drink. Coach told me to run upstairs and use the one on the second floor. When I approached second floor there were no lights on. I didn't know were the switch was but I knew the water fountain was just inside the door, so I stepped in real quick, feeling a little uneasy, once again like I was being watched. As I was drinking I began to hear a little girl singing ring around the rosie. I took off as fast as I could and ran down the steps.
When I got in the gym my coach commented that I looked like I had just seen a ghost. I told him what happened and about the times in the bathroom that I got scared and he told me about a little girl. He said that there was a 6 year old girl who had fallen down the steps in the old grade school building. The building has burned in the 60's. The little girl died in the 50's. He told me that somehow she had managed to fall down the steps so badly that it killed her. I think that she had to have been pushed for that to have happened but that is just my opinion.
Ever since the new building was built to replace the one that burned, several people have heard her sing and run and play but have never seen her. They assume it is her. The voice I heard was definitely someone little, and a girl. Over the years the stories continue and I have dreams of the school and the feeling I had while there. The odd thing is many years later in life I moved into a house right next to her grave. It was literally only 15 feet from her tombstone. I never had any peace while I was there. I have always attracted spirits and it was unbelievable how much activity was there. Of course it was a graveyard that my own father and grandmother and other family members were buried in as well.
At night my son would complain that someone was tapping on his window. It was the window overlooking the little girls grave. He said it did it every night, so one night I decided to sleep with him, he was about 11 at the time. Sure enough at about 2am I hear a knocking on the window. It wasn't lightly but real rough. It had just snowed a big snow that night and no one had walked around the house yet, so we went out to see if we could see footprints. There was nothing there.
Other things would happen like dvd's and video's would be strung about like someone was messing with them and sometimes my seasonings in the kitchen would go missing. We would turn off all the lights and go some where and come home to them all being on again. Then once a friend came from Michigan to visit and went down into the basement to take a shower and something moved her clothing around and put her headset radio on top of her clothes pile and actually opened the shower curtain on her while she was showering.
When we would come home, we could see the shadow of someone standing in the window looking at us. Then it would be gone before we could get out of the car. I don't know for sure if it was her. How could she be at the school and at that house? Nevertheless, her grave was there, right outside the window. I know something was there in the house. At one time my kid's grandfather lived there and the family actually had his wake there in the the living room of the house. I don't know if it was the girl who fell and died at school playing pranks or if it was the grandfather, but somehow I feel they were tied together. Maybe it was both of them.