Reader Sent: Old Village School

Recieved an email from a reader who said she's had experiences at the Old Village School in Wells River, Vermont. NEPI, along with myself, investigated the former school and got some interesting results. Click here for the article.
 
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When I lived at the school house it was also a radio station and an Evangilist Church on the other side of my wall. The radio station was below me. The church would come in every Sun am and pm and on Wed nights. They would play tamberines and speak in tongues. LOL. My boyfriend at the time and I would hear things all the time. We had a balloon for my birthday. It would float around the apartment by itself with no breeze. Sometimes in the kitchen and then make its way into other rooms. Our friend that was a DJ at the station said the same types of things about balloons. We’d always get really creepy feelings where you could sense someone there. One night as we had just gotten into bed, the lights were off and we were on the 3rd floor. We could hear a rhythmic banging above us. There was just the roof above us and NO way for anyone to get up there except from the room next to our apartment that just WE had access to. It would “BANG” 4 seconds, “BANG” 4 seconds” over and over again to the point where we were both almost crying and holding each other’s hands. I was so scared my legs were numb and we were literally shaking. We never found out what it was. I’d wake up in the middle of the night during the week when he wasn’t there (he lived in MA during the week) and I would be terrified. I would sleep with the tv and lights on so that I never heard any scary sounds. I’ve never been as frightened any place else in my life and there was “nothing” to technically be afraid of. I think it was just that I could really sense something. At the same time, it was one of my favorite places. I really loved living there. I loved the character of the place. There was a neighbor on the very bottom floor in the back. Her name was Janet Parks. She passed away around 93 or 94ish. I don't know if it was in the house or not so if you do ever get to go back, that may be something to focus on. She was an aide at BMU school. I have so many great memories of that place.:)

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