This is an experience that happened when I was in Standard 2 (Grade 4) in 1992.
Our Primary School was divided into 4 buildings. Two of these buildings were double storied and housed the class rooms. The 3rd was our school hall and the 4th was a detached single story building housing the 2nd set of bathrooms for girls and boys respectively.
In between the 2nd building (of which the 1st floor was the sewing class, art class and sick room) and the building housing the 2nd set of girls and boys toilets was this really old vintage bus. It looked like a bus right out of an old movie. It was green and white and just stood there broken. Never in the 4 years I was at that school did they even attempt to fix it. What freaked us out as young kids was when you looked through the door flap the first sign you would see was "Bus Bodies". As we were young, our minds of course took flight and we called it the "Death Bus".
For some reason during my last year at that school, we were forbidden to use the 1st set of toilets in the main building so we had to run outside and around the buildings to get to the 2nd toilets. To me this was the most horrible feeling ever. As you approached the bus you just got that feeling of STEER CLEAR! When you finally got into the girls bathroom the feeling was worse. As it was, I was the only girl in the bathroom at the time and I used the bathroom as quickly as I could. When leaving the stall I heard one of the showers turn on. I sneaked a peek around the corner and the shower stalls were all empty except for the 3rd shower open at full blast. I booked it out of there.
Now on to the main reason I'm writing this story...
We had a girl in class (let's call her Louisa) that always thought herself better than everyone else. Everyone else was "ugly, stupid and not worth her time" as she would put it. Yeah, she was THAT girl. No wonder she didn't have any friends. Anyway... One day after we had our P.T class (it's like gym class) we were in the girls bathroom getting back into our school uniforms. Louisa, as usual, took her sweet time and when the rest of us were leaving she yelled at us to wait for her. No one was willing to wait for Louisa as she was still standing in her underwear with her uniform neatly folded on the bench behind her.
A yelling contest broke out in a typical Louisa vs the rest of the class type of way. I suspect the negative energy of plus/minus 20 girls arguing might have given this entity the energy it needed to do what it did next. The windows at the top of the bathroom stalls started banging violently. There was no wind outside and the windows banged in a manner that was too fast for simple wind to do. We all got the fright of our lives and we proceeded to run out of the toilet screaming except for Louisa who was freaking out about being half naked. We all grouped around the P.T teacher and some of the girls were crying, explaining what happened to the teacher.
Next thing we see and hear is a half naked Louisa, in nothing but her white socks and panties, come running out of the toilets, screaming, right into the arms of the teacher. She claimed when we left her there she tried to throw her dress on quickly, but as she reached for her dress the packet of sweets she had laying next to her uniform lifted 2 feet vertically into the air and fell back down onto her uniform. That's when she flipped and just didn't give a damn who saw her when she ran.
Naturally the teacher went inside to inspect, thinking someone was in there with the girls (why do they always do this?) and found no one. Windows still. Just our bags and Louisa's uniform still in there. The look on the teacher's face was priceless, though. We knew she believed something happened. A group of 20 girls around the ages of 8/9 can't all orchestrate this and play it out so perfectly.
Call me cruel, but up until this day I still think Miss Busy Body deserved what happened to her.
Was it the bus that had spiritual inhabitants causing problems in the bathrooms or was it the building itself? We never found out.
Thanks for reading.
Xx Shlain xx