Happy Hour: Night of the Living Dead- Haunted Homes & Schools

Good evening! I do not have any back stories for tonight, but I am going to mention that I am 101% certain that I broke/sprained my Big Toe on Monday night, all I know is that my toe is bruised, crooked, swollen, and I am walking with a Cane at the age 18 around the state of Arizona. Feels bad. Tonight's stories are a combination of my own stories and close friend's stories. The topic is quite obvious, haunted homes and schools!

My mom used to live with my great Grandma, who recently passed away in August. My mom swears that her house is haunted. She tells me how she would be home alone and she would hear people chatting and washing the dishes. One night, she got up to get water, in the kitchen with all of the spooky things that happen. My mom told me there was a window with no glass, just a cloth over it, she said she saw a long bony hand waving AT her. Here's the part the really messes me up: my great grandma's house has no trees surrounding that property.

Next haunted house story is a story from one of my math teacher's in High School. She used to live in a haunted house, when she was home alone or with people, she would hear doors slam and the sound of a wheelchair rolling. Her family removed the doors to all the rooms, and they could still hear the doors slamming and a wheel chair rolling. Creepy.

Now, time for haunted school's! The University that is a 35 minute drive, or a 23 minute drive if you're going 85 mph on the freeway, known as Arizona State University (ASU), is haunted near the W.P Carey School of Business in Tempe. Back in the early 2000's, a girl, unfortunately, took her life in her dorm. It is to be said if you walk by her old dormitory outside, you can see her jumping from that 5th story window.

My favorite High School teacher told my history class this haunted story about his university in Colorado. There was a building, I don't remember what it was used for, it was either a musical studio or a place where podcasts happen. Any who, one day he was locking down the building, and he saw a light in the window. It was nearly 2am, so he thought he missed a room from exhaustion. He went back inside and heard a piano playing from that room, so he went go tell the person to go back to their dorm. He went to open the door, and he saw a freaky older man. My teacher ran down the stairs, he ran so quickly that he fell and landed in front of the portrait of the dead old man that was playing the piano. He told my class, he never entered that building again.

I bet now ya'll are really freaked out and you now are wondering if a place you go to often if haunted.

You'll be fine. Just bring some salt and iron.

That is it for tonight's Happy Hour story, until next week's FINAL story for night of the living dead. Bon Voyage!

-CO