This is something that happened to me when I was around nine - that's eight years ago. What's strange is that it scares me more now than I remember it did at the time. I live in an area that is literally half in England and half in Wales, and I went to a school in Wales. This experience took place at a sort of education activity centre, where we spent a few days doing things like hiking, trudging through streams, raft building and so on. My memories of this place are a bit foggy, and that may be because I hated it so much that I've tried to erase it from my mind. You see, I hate all these sporty activities (a lot), plus the fact that the complex was filthy and it was a really run down and unpleasant place to be.
Now this is the interesting part. There was something else there. On top off all the obvious dirt and it's miserable setting, there was something about this place that I couldn't see, but I could feel. Everywhere I went I just got this feeling of dread, it just felt so wrong in a way I find very hard to explain. I think at the time maybe I was too busy trying to survive walking in rainstorms and climbing mountains to worry about this feeling but it wasn't until my last day there when something actually happened.
I also feel I should mention that the reason I'm posting this now is because I happened to find some photos on the internet of the building, and it sent all the memories flooding back.
On the last morning of the trip I was in pretty good spirits because I knew we were finally getting out of there. We were preparing to get into a van that was taking us to some activity that required us all to be wearing this special kind of clothing. I remember nothing about what this activity was. For some reason I had to go back into the part of the building where these outfits were kept. I was on my own, while everyone else was waiting outside for the van. Here's what I remember about the room: it was small and compact, dimly lit and consisted of wooden benches against each wall with these red suits hanging up. There was a machine in one corner that made a loud humming noise, and a window, that looked out onto a dense wooded area. There were two doors, one went straight outside but it was always kept locked for some reason, and another went into the main part of the building where the dorms were.
So anyway, I was in there alone. I suddenly felt extremely hot and I remember having to sit on one of the benches for a minute because this strange feeling came over me. Then, I looked up at the window. I'm shivering as I write this but now I've remembered I cannot get this face out of my head. I saw a man with long hair and a hideous face. The reason this is on a ghost stories site is because this man did not look human, he looked dead. Then instantly, the face was gone, like one second it was there, then it just disappeared in a flash. I ran like hell down the corridors and out of the building feeling dizzy for the rest of the day.
One final detail I'd like to add is that on the bus home, I told one of my teachers and described the person. I don't remember her response but a boy sitting behind me (who was not one to make up stories) whispered to me, "I've seen it too."
So there you go. I'm sorry I can't remember every detail but this was quite a long time ago. I just wish I hadn't seen those photographs and been reminded of this awful place.