Job Corps Haunting

Reddit Experience

Here's what a user who went to my job corps around 2005-2006 experience was like:
(I copy and pasted her story here. All credit goes to her)

When I first arrived there, I could feel the spirits. Some were angry and violent, some were mischievous, some were lost and confused. As I constantly state, I'm a sensitive, so sometimes I see them, but most of the time I FEEL them.

It was just me and another girl from Chicago that arrived together, so they bunked us in the same room with 2 other girls, in dorm 304, which was a coed dorm, boys on one end, girls on the other. After our tour and unpacking, we all went for lunch, and spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other and talking.

The room captain, who was the girl that had been there the longest, we'll call her Jane, asked us "did anybody tell you about The Captain, and how he haunts the dorms and the land?" Me and the other new girl said no. The other new girl scoffed and said she didn't believe in ghosts. Jane laughed and said you will", and proceeded to tell us about "The Captain".

So, the story goes, that he was killed on the barracks by a grenade. It was a training exercise, and it was supposed to be a dummy grenade, but it was live, and someone threw it as a prank, it exploded, and "The Captain" was one of the many people killed by it. However, I later researched that story and couldn't find anything about it. Supposedly, he was angry about his death and he haunts the land to seek revenge on the people responsible.

Every night like clockwork, we would hear tapping on the windows and doors at exactly 2:18 am. The first few nights, the new girl assumed it was the older girls trying to scare her, but every time she would hear it, she would get up and the 3 of us would be sound asleep. She even told the night RA that she couldn't sleep because we kept pranking her. We tried to tell her over and over that it wasn't us, but she never believed us. They ended up switching her room, and the same thing would happen. Every night at 2:18 am, "tap, tap, tap"...the taps would always come in threes. Since she didn't tell the girls what happened in her new room, there's no way they could know about the tapping. After that, she finally started to believe that it wasn't us.

One night, around midnight, I was laying in bed with my book light on, a tiny almost pen like light that you clip to your book so that you can read without turning the lights on, and I kept noticing a shadow moving back and forth past the window. My bed was 3rd from the window, and there were no trees or branches or bushes that could've been swaying in the wind. Every time I would turn my head to get a glimpse, it would disappear. This continued until I fell asleep around 1 something. Then once again, at 2:18 am. We were all awakened by the "tap tap tap" on our window.

We had a community bathroom and shower room, there was 12 showers, and 12 bathrooms. Sometimes in the shower, girls would always complain about someone grabbing their boobs, or butt while showering. There's no way this could be the boys because there was always a male RA monitoring the boys side and a female RA monitoring the girls side, ESPECIALLY in the mornings while we'd be getting ready for classes.

One night, after being awakened by the tapping, I got up to use the bathroom. All my roommates are asleep, so as I made my way down the hall to the bathroom, I wave at the RA, she waves back. While doing my business, I hear the sloooooow squeak of the shower knobs being turned on, and the water shooting out the shower head. I instantly freak out because there's no one on the bathroom but me. The shower room had a motion sensor light, and if someone was in there, the light would come one. It never did. Before I could hall ass out of there, the motion sensor toilet DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM ME flushes on its own. I could barely pull my underwear up before running out of there and into my room. After that, nothing major happened for a while, besides the tapping at 2:18 am, and other little things, like keys and clothes being moved, etc.

Fast forward to about 3 months later, I was in my CDL class, (I was the only girl) and me and some other guys in the class stepped outside for a smoke. Our CDL class was called Roadway. The class was FAR from the other trade rooms, at least about half a mile's walk from the dorms. The guys started telling me about how if you come there at night, you can hear voices and see shadows moving in the darkness. Of course I believe it, and I want to come there at night to see for myself. I always get freaked out when something like this happens because it doesn't happen to me all the time. So when I see them, I get scared and run. Recollect myself, then I'm ok.

So my boyfriend at the time and I decide to go there at night around 8pm for some alone time. I had stolen a key to one of the semi trucks so that my boyfriend and I could fool around in one. The truck that everybody loved because it had a bed and AC was called The Beast. It was loud, clunky, and MAJORLY old. As we're walking toward the truck, I hear voices, and screams. I ask my boyfriend is he hears anything and he says no. I start to feel an overwhelming sense of sadness and grief. I try to shake it off, but being a sensitive, I always pick up feelings from spirits, but NOW, in the 32 years I've been on this earth, I've learned how to control them.

As we are in the truck fooling around, someone or someTHING starts banging on the side of the truck. We're thinking its security. We quickly dress, and look out the window, and nothing is there. We laugh it off and go back to making out, when we hear the banging again. It's louder, harder, and it echoes. Then we hear this creepy, sadistic laugh, that I can still remember to this day. It kinda sounds like a witch's laugh, but more like a man cackling instead of a woman. My boyfriend is starting to get creeped out, so we head back to the dorms. No way we could finish after that.

One night, I laid down to sleep, it was about 11 something at night, and like clockwork, the tapping started at 2:18 am. I was pretty used to it now, so I rolled over and decided to ignore it. Big mistake. A few seconds later, the window flew open, so hard, that it hit the wall and the glass shattered. There was this violent wind, it was blowing so bad that our blankets flew off our beds. We were all screaming and ran to the room captains bed, clutching each other screaming at the top of our lungs. We could hear the male RA and the female RA banging on our door trying to get in, and the door wouldn't budge. Then after what seemed like HOURS, which was only literally a minute, at 2:19 am, it stopped. The door opened and the RA's ran inside to see what looked like a tornado ripped thru our room. We had woken up half the girls in our dorm and everybody was peeking in to see what happened. When we told the RA's what happened, of course, they didn't believe us. Told us it was just our imagination, or a "bad dream" and that maybe one of us was sleepwalking. Stupid idiots.

The final and scariest thing that happened to me was right before I was set to leave. I had gotten my Class A CDL, (still have it 😊) and the day before I was set to leave the academy, my friends threw me a surprise going away party. That night, as I slept, around 1 something, I felt a heaviness on top of me. It was weighing down on me as if there was a body on top of me. I opened my eyes to see a man sitting on top of me, facing away from me. A few blinks and I still saw him. Then as I started to hyperventilate, he turned toward me. Except his body didn't turn. Just his head and neck. All the way around. Now he was looking right at me, with his body still facing away from me. He had a long beard and he was missing half of his right jaw, teeth shattered, breathe even more terrifying that how he looked. He said "staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy..." And as quick as he was there, he vanished. I sat up not knowing if I had just dreamt that this man was sitting on top of me, or if it actually happened.