When I was 16-18 years old, in high school, I lived in a boarding school in a little village outside Aarhus, Denmark. The school was quite old, and I learned that before the buildings were opened as a school there used to be a huge farm house on the property (1600 -?). The farmhouse burned down and after some years the school was build. Over the years more buildings were added but the main building always stood as the day it was build in 1917.
I didn't believe in ghosts before I moved to the school but I definitely do now. Even though the only experiences I had was at the school, almost 20 years ago.
In 1960s there were rooms on the third floor of the main building, but after two young girls died there, the rooms were closed off and two new wings were build. One for girls and one for boys. There is absolutely nothing in those tiny rooms in the main building anymore.
I've been up there once with one of the teachers, because my friends and I kept saying that we saw a girl dressed in white looking at us from one of the little windows. This happened frequently in the evenings, when we were coming back from riding or swimming. We used to see a candle burning behind her and her just standing there, watching us.
The teacher finally took us up there one evening, and true enough, except for spiders and dust, there was absolutely nothing there, and it was very clear that none has been up there for years. We kept seeing the girl in the window and even though I haven't been back since I left in 1996 I'm sure she is still there.
Some of my friends also used to hear horses in the night behind the main building. Even though they rushed to the windows they saw nothing, but heard the horses as if they were passing just below the windows.
But the scariest experience happened in my dorm room one night.
The rooms were placed like this: From the long main corridor doors led to small halls/kitchenettes where we had closets, a sink and two chairs. From the hall two doors led to two rooms. My room was on the left and my friends on the right. Our rooms were on the third floor and at the very end of the corridor, right by the stairs.
One night I was asleep and my friend out drinking in the disco. Something woke me up and straight away I thought she came back drunk and was loud in the hall. I opened my eyes and listened but heard nothing. I looked towards my door, which was closed, and saw it open slowly. I still thought it was my friend so I sat up in bed waiting for her to come in but then a little grey girl appeared. She was about 7-8 years old with long hair and a dress from the beginning of the 1900s. And she was all grey. I froze and just stared at her and she stared at me. She didn't smile, didn't say anything, just kept looking at me. After a few seconds I panicked and closed my eyes and hid under the blanket. I don't know how long I was lying there under the blanket but the next thing I heard was footsteps on the stairs, doors open and my drunk friend fiddling with her keys.
At that time I was really scared but since then I have experienced absolutely nothing and now I feel sorry that I didn't speak to the little girl or to the one in the main building. It would have been nice knowing their stories.
Thank you for reading my story and who knows, maybe one day I'll have another one to share.