My Old School.... continued....

                                     We will call the "it" a "ghost" for now.....
The Old stairwell...... we often played there as a kid.... with short steeply-angled Rails.... And huge box-like posts.... always a a bit dark inside... with its two large windows for lighting....
 we found something there.... an illusive (seemingly "playful" "ghost")... we would toss rocks up to the 3rd floor landing... you could hear the rock hit the wooden floor-boards and do a few bounces across the wooden floor... it would toss them back to us (sometimes taking almost a full minute before tossing them the rock back...)... we though this was great ... more than a few of my young friends and other kids witnessed this as well... (many never went back during the hours (or days that there was no school in session....)
... this went on for a couple of years.... the only 'bad" thing that had ever happened was my cousin threw a rock as well ... he was very "rude" to it ... cussing at it as he started up the stairs to confront "whoever" was tossing back the rocks... it had not thrown his rock back yet... about that time he got his rock back ... right in the forehead....!!!      ( drawing blood)...
upon our return home he tried to tell our parents about what had happened...( I had never told my parents, for fear of being told that we not allowed back there)... of course No one believed him.....
                                   this went on for about a couple of years....
Over Winter Vacation me and two Older friends... His sister was in 8th grade... went to the old schoolhouse....
 after a bit we went to toss rocks with the "ghost"....It did so for a bit then just stopped tossing them back... after a bit we turned to leave... we heard the sounds of heavy chains... (thinking that Someone was just trying 'scare" us ,  her brother lead the way to the top landing.... both doors locked ... the only things we saw were our last few rocks.... about that time the same sounds were heard downstairs ... so we went back down.... again all doors locked... Then from upstairs again ,,, then down... after 4 or 5 trips up and down the staircase... we decided to just give it up.....
... About that time , we heard a loud noise from upstairs, followed by the sound of breaking glass.....
... we stepped back a bit from the large dark opening to the Stairwell.... then came the sound of "chains" again.... This time being dragged down the old wooden steps..... Through the high window  We we saw two red dots ("Eyes"???) and a blacker darkness descending the stairs...
              ... It stopped the the doorway ... that was when we got a better look.....
A black Shadow of a "thing" ...ragged-looking... sharp jagged shoulders (a similar shape to is "neckless" head),.....  With curved "teardrop" shaped Glowing Red Eyes...!!!!
we noticed that it seemed so tall because it was actually "floating" about a foot above the ground.....
The only light we had at the back of the school was down at the gym, so all was only dimly lit....
 it just hovered there ...... suddenly,... it raised its (for lack of a better word . "arms") lifting high above its head, like two wings of ragged black cloth.... let out a scream and came for us ,... laughing all the way.... we ran as fast as we could ...it was right behind us all the way..... we reached the light of the bus parking lot ... standing beneath the light ... It stopped at the corner of the building after just a bit it turned around and slowly bobbed away moaning loudly....
          Scared us so badly that my friend's sister was crying and had "wet' herself....
                                        Never went back after dark again....
 As for the last sounds from Upstairs... the following day "Mr. James" was cleaning up the broken glass from the door ... someone" broke all of the panes of the one door....All of the glass was on the Outside of the door , thus smashed out from "inside" the locked building.... By the positioning of the broken glass appears that is was from the door slamming very hard against the bricks of the wall on the outside of the door.... there  was even a freshly chipped spot on the old bricks where its heavy brass handle had impacted...
              That was My encounter with it...... Then it killed that poor little girl......
                                       5th grade again.... later in the school year.....
We had been excused to go to the bathroom (located in the Stairwell) and was about to exit rest room ... That is when we heard her scream... quickly followed by other screams.... A bout 20 feet away lay her body, some blood already beginning to pool next to her head..... "Mr Thompson" ( his first year teaching there) was the first adult on the scene... he quickly ran off the other kids....
Official story she was trying to slide down the short rail (With a full backpack on as well, she was young  and not much taller than the railings... How would she have even "mounted the rail...???
   we talked to several of the students who saw what happened... they all told me the same thing...
"She was snatched up off the stairs and lifted up by her backpack ... she screamed and it dropped her"..... the blood stain was still on its wooden floor ( Though the custodians had scrubbed it many times) and still there the day they tore it down....
         It was suddenly announced that the school would be torn down that summer vacation....