I was always a keen Drama student. My friend, Chrissie, and me used to go back there on most nights after school to practice our performance. We used to love Drama back then.
Well, one day the rest of our group didn't show up (as per usual!) after school one time so we decided to rehearse ourselves.
Now, before I go on, I have to describe the Drama rooms. There are no windows in there, the only source of light coming from lamps on the ceiling. The walls were painted black, but were covered by thick, black curtains (at the time we didn't know what they were for - later we found out it was used as a fire blanket.) We used to scare each other by pretending there were voices coming from behind the curtains. There was a door at the very front of the room, which was the doorway to the room. Other than that there was no way out.
Anyway, back to the story. School finished at 3:10, but we had given up by around 4. We were the only people left, sat on the floor telling ghost stories to each other. We kind of forgot about rehearsing.
Suddenly, as if it knew what we were talking about, there was a power cut. The lights went out and we were left in complete darkness. Not just dark, but pitch black. We couldn't see a thing.
Chrissie ran and tried fumbling for the light switch. She found it but the lights didn't turn back on. I was trying to calm Chrissie down. This happened before; there was nothing to be scared about. I convinced her to sit back down. I found a torch, which was used as a regular prop, so we thought it would be funny to stay inside the room.
This time we really did hear noises behind the curtain. Before we just used to joke with each other, but this was real. It started off as a quiet, faint scratching sort of sound. I thought nothing of it, thinking it was Chrissie, but when it got louder I started to get annoyed. I realized the scratching wasn't coming from her direction, but in fact behind me. Frantically, I searched the room with my torch to try and find the source of the noise, but couldn't find a thing. I thought it was probably a rat or something in the plumbing, but then Chrissie screamed. I turned to see what had scared her. Big mistake.
The curtain was moving and, imprinted in the curtain, was the outline of a twisted, haggard face. The moving stopped abruptly and Chrissie started to run to the door. I reached out to grab her and found her shoulder. I pulled her back but she just wouldn't move. I heard loud, heavy breathing coming from her. I told her to calm down and she shouted from the door. Hang on, I thought, she couldn't be at the door. She was in front of me, I was holding her.
A horrible thought suddenly occurred to me. If she was there at the door, what was I holding? Whatever it was, it was breathing heavily and was getting faster. I knew this wasn't a joke anymore and ran out.
We couldn't stop talking about it the next day. No one believed us. Was it a paranormal experience, or where we just scaring ourselves?