(Discussion Board Files courtesy of Matt Muller)
Subject: reply to "college ghosts"
I go to a college with
NUMEROUS ghost stories, as will happen on an old, Catholic campus in the middle
of a woods.
When this chapel was being built in the beginning of the century, the only
way to carry bricks, etc. to the building site was to travel across the campus
lake by canoe-- trails had not been cleared yet. This pasrt is fuzzy, but for
some reason the abbot of the monestery here somehow kept receiving messages that
the chapel was NOT supposed to be finished. Work continued, however, until the
day that the bell for the tower was being boated across. Two monks were in the
boat, and for no apparent reason, the canoe capsized in the middle of the
lake, with the bell sinking to the bottom. One of the monks died.
Not to be daunted, another bell was transported across. At the same spot,
the boat capsized, and the monks were pulled under. Both survived and swam to
shore. But one monk- the one who survived the original capsizing, arose with
a strange story- while under water, the dead monk had grabbed his robes and
tried to pull him under. Sure enough, the monk's hand was found on the robes of
the man who had survived.
Since then, they say, on a cloudy, overcast evening, when the moon is in its
quarter-stage, you can hear the sounds of those two bells, muffled- yet
ringing from the lake. The chapel on the lake never did get it's bell.
There are more- if people want to hear them, let me know, and I will post
them. This chapel, for some reason, has been a source of enchantment for ages.
Subject: more college stories
Another chapel story--
Well, the chapel eventually was finished, without the bell, and was used by
the monastic community as a place of worship until our new abbey church was
built. On the last day of services, they had a ceremony to basically
"de-dedicate" the building. The day began beautifully, sun in the sky, not a
cloud in sight. Half-way through the ceremony a tremendous storm came from
out of nowhere . . . at the last few sentences of the ceremony, the building
shook, people said that they witnessed a figure crouching in the entrance to the
church. The floor split from where the "demon" was standing to the altar,
and the altar, which was made of a solid stone slab, split in half. "Footprints"
of the "demon" remain on the floor at the entryway- right where the thing was
said to have stood.
It is also said that on Halloween and Christmas, if you are standing on the
opposite side of the lake from the chapel, you can hear services going on
there, and the entire church will be illuminated from within. I have never
been brave enough to stay there on one of those nights, for some odd reason.
It is also a well- known fact that the chapel itself is at times used for
satanic worship-- odd burnings have been seen around the site, etc. It is
often theorized by students who walk out to the chapel that it is the demons
unleashed through these ceremonies that cause all this mischief.
I have a couple stories about dorm ghosts, and the spirit of a nun who is
supposed to patrol campus at night-- I can tell them if there is a desire-- I
know that my storytelling ability is not the best, so I apologise. . .