Victoria's Most Haunted by Ian Gibbs

Author:Ian Gibbs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Touchwood Editions
Published: 2017-10-19T04:00:00+00:00

CATHEDRAL HALL/CHRIST CHURCH CATHEDRAL SCHOOL

I WORKED IN THE Christ Church Cathedral precinct for almost nine years. During that time, I had plenty of reasons to be all throughout the buildings, so I thought I’d share a few of the experiences I had while working there.

I had many opportunities to be in the Cathedral Hall and Christ Church Cathedral School. I helped out with youth events there, and my son went to school there. When we had events in the hall, we knew we were the only ones there and the custodians would lock us in the building so no one else could wander in. The other leader and I would be down on the main floor and we would hear noises upstairs: furniture moving around, footsteps, doors opening and closing. One particularly memorable time, we were at the school about an hour early so we could set up. My co-leader and I were in the building alone. We distinctly heard a door close on the level above us and looked at each other.

“That’s weird,” I said. “I thought we were the only ones here?”

“We are. I spoke to the custodian before he left and he said he would be back at 9:30 am when we were all done.”

“Oh,” was all I could muster in reply.

We decided we’d better go check it out, as we were expecting a rather large group of teenagers and didn’t want to catch someone who might be working upstairs unaware. We headed up to the second floor and began walking along a classroom-lined corridor. We didn’t see any lights on in the classrooms, nor did we see anyone through the classroom door windows as we moved slowly along the hallway.

We reached the end of the hall and looked at each other.

“There’s no one up here,” I needlessly stated.

“Yeah, I see that. It’s really strange,” he replied.

As we began to move back down the hall, we heard the distinct sound of a door banging closed. The door was to the last classroom on the right; it was the door we had just been standing next to, discussing how the school was indeed vacant.

Being the brave, lion-hearted soul that I am, I yipped like a small dog and ran. I may have even used my co-leader for traction by shoving him toward the sound as I bolted in panic. The combination of that echoing bang and the knowledge that no living person was up there with us was enough to send me running—it was not my finest hour.

After that incident, whenever we were running an event and heard footsteps, doors closing, and chairs being moved, we ignored it. Occasionally, one of the teens would ask what the noise was or who was upstairs. Regardless of the noise or the time, we both automatically answered, “The custodian.” The church hall just feels like a place of shadows. I’ve been there during the day and I think whatever is in there goes dormant when it’s full of children and energy. But once it’s quiet, dark, and lonely, the presence becomes more active.

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