Location: South Holland, Illinois
Date of Encounter: January 3, 1994
Okay, this is going to sound really freaky, but here it goes. Back when I was in eighth grade, I used to go to this real old elementary/junior high school. On the first Tuesday back to class after the new year, me and my friends were helping my teacher move some stuff from her class room from upstairs to one downstairs. The teacher was one of my friend's moms. Well anyway, me and my friend, Gary were bringing a miniature refrigerator down the stairs while the others were still upstairs. We walked through the doors of the foyer and walked down to the fourth grade area.
Suddenly, when we were close to our destination, Gary dropped the fridge. Naturally I starting yelling at him, telling him it wasn't that heavy. He told me to turn around and look toward the library doors. I didn't understand what he was talking about, but I turned around anyway and I saw a little boy wearing the school's old uniform. I wasn't sure what I was seeing. He looked human, but he was sort of transparent in a way. He was laughing at me and Gary. We looked at each other and slowly tried to creep away back upstairs, then we turned around to see a grown man dressed like a janitor or something with his arms crossed looking at us. He looked like the boy, transparent. We heard the boy behind us stop laughing and then he talked in a kind of humorous voice, "You're not suppose to be here, it's our time! Wad's going to teach you a lesson." The man in front of us turned his face into an angry one and gave out a screeching yell. Gary and I looked at each other and began to run. I accidentally ran toward the man and went right through — it was the scariest thing I had ever experienced. We ran upstairs and went in the classroom all of our friends and teacher were in. We both had tears in our eyes and were shaking. After telling our friends about what we had experienced, the next day one of the women that worked in the office came to me and Gary in the morning and asked us to come with her to the office. We thought we were going to get in trouble, then we went in the office and saw the principle. He told us that Miss Robinson, the teacher from the previous night had told him about what we had seen. He asked us if it was true and we said yes. He soon showed us two old yearbooks, one from 1943, and another from 1961. In the earliest one he showed us a picture of a fourth grader who once went to the school, we both shouted when we saw the boy and told the principal that we had seen him the night before. Then he pulled out the one from 1961 and showed us the group picture of the faculty, there was a janitor named Mark Wad. We realized that he was the one we had seen that night. The principle said that both of these people had died while being at the school. The boy had died by drowning in the school's pool, and the janitor had died from a heart attack. The principle told us that this wasn't the first time someone had seen them. We were scared. He told us to not be scared and to not tell any of the other kids about what we saw.