Years ago, my dad worked the night shift at the American Legion, responsible for cleaning the vast building all by himself. On occasion, I would join him during his late-night shifts, and one memorable evening, my friend Ashley came along for the adventure.
We decided to explore the “blue room,” an area within the Legion that housed a bar and numerous tables. As I stood near the liquor room, playfully tapping on the door, an unexpected response sent shivers down my spine. Someone or something tapped back, using a distinct pattern different from mine. I exchanged a startled glance with Ashley, and the terror in her eyes confirmed that she had heard it too. In a heartbeat, we fled the room. But as we reached the exit, an unseen force grabbed Ashley’s leg, causing her to scream and break free. We sprinted into the room across the hall, and when we dared to look back, nothing was there. Ashley’s knee, however, bore red, blotchy marks from the ordeal. Needless to say, we vowed never to enter that room again unless we were accompanied by a crowd.
Curiosity led us back to the Legion on another occasion, this time with my sister in tow. We ventured into the bingo hall, where an eerie, high-pitched screeching noise pierced the air. Determined to investigate, we followed the sound down the main hall. To our surprise, we found a chair dolly, the kind used to move stacked chairs, sitting on the dance floor of the blue room. Scratch marks adorned the floor behind it, suggesting that it had been pushed. Intrigued, I decided to nudge it forward about a foot, and the sound it produced was identical to the eerie screech we had heard earlier.
Later that night, while my sister, Ashley, and I were fooling around with a copy machine in the building’s stairwell, my dad appeared and asked, “You guys are down here? Then who was flushing the toilets?” Astonished, we realized that while we had been downstairs, my dad had been hearing the distinct sound of people running around in the bathrooms, flushing toilets.
Determined to unravel the mystery, I delved into the history of the American Legion and uncovered a chilling revelation. During World War II, this very building had served as a hospital for injured soldiers. It became evident that there was more to this place than met the eye.
Numerous inexplicable occurrences continued to unfold, both for me and others I knew. In the days to come, I would share more stories of our eerie encounters at the American Legion. Thank you for reading, and please feel free to comment or share any logical explanations you may have.