I have had to spend some time thinking about how I wanted to begin the next chapter of ghost experiences in my life. This one occurred to me from out of nowhere and I decided that might mean it was time to share it.
Once I was married and moved away from my parent's house, I hadn't really experienced any hauntings, and for the most part I figured those times were over. I was so wrong. My husband was military and we were transferred to Louisiana. I was a stay-at-home mom, but working to earn my teaching certificate.
Before you can be a teacher, you have to student teach alongside a classroom teacher. During that time, there was one thing that reoccurred over and over and bothered me. We worked in an older building. It was built in 1956. It had been used as the high school at one time and as the area grew it was eventually the kinder/first grade building, and a new high school was built farther down the road. Our building was set up as one big long hallway with classrooms on both sides.
The classroom I was in was at one of the far ends of the hallway. At random times the door would slam shut. Our windows would be closed and the only open thing was the door. In Louisiana, we didn't open windows because the humidity. The classrooms were supplied with their own heating and cooling units. I'd like to say that one of the doors leading into the building had been opened, but that wasn't the case either as I'd always go reopen the door.
The teacher I was teaching under preferred it open and the only air that got into the hallways to cool them for the janitors came from the classrooms. I always checked the hallway when opening the door. Just a natural thing to see if anyone was in the hall. Also, none of the other doors ever slammed. I know as I taught in almost every single room in that building at least a few times, and even had my own classroom of kids in two different rooms over the course of our time there.
Of course when this happened the kinder kids would gasp. It had scared them. I finally just told them, "It's no biggie, it's Mrs. S's ghost." Mrs. S was the teacher whose class I was teaching in.
Well one night Mrs. S and I were going to a coworker's house and she told me a story that chilled me. I don't even remember how we got on the topic, but I think I might have mentioned the door slamming and just telling the kids it was a ghost.
Years ago (Mrs. S had been teaching kinder for 32 years at that time) she had a little boy. His family was poor to the point they had no one to care for him after school. He went home one day and went to get a snack from the fridge. Somehow the fridge had a short, and he was electrocuted. His mother found him when she got home, rushed him to the hospital, and called Mrs. S.
Mrs. S said the mother didn't have other family and was not a religious woman. Mrs. S went to the hospital with her pastor. They prayed for the little boy. He did not survive. She told me that was the saddest year she ever taught. Her classroom had a fundraiser for the mom to buy a stone for the child's grave. She said she doesn't know if the mom ever did get a headstone because she hadn't been back to see the grave.
I never joked about the door slamming being a ghost again. I will be adding to my experiences in Louisiana as I have more time, as I had things happen to me in my own home. I think that whole state might be haunted.