In 1981, I was enrolled in a private Liberal-Arts College that had
rececntly {as of 1979,} prided itself on being an non-denominational, co-ed,
liberal arts college(excuse the re-peat please). Anyway, being a person of
no religious affilliation, the first thing I noticed, was that obviously this
had been a Catholic institution at one time. The second thing I noticed, was
this was a very old school. ie the Administration building, which originally
housed the entire school was built in 1890. No big deal, except that it was
built entirely in red sandstone, with a Gothic architecture...tower and all.
Heck..the elevator still had the folding gate, that you had to pull closed.
Let me add to, the elevator often seemed to have a mind of it's own.
The first year I was there, I seemed to often get a weird feeling as the
sun began to set. You know, one of those, I don't know why...but I really
need to get outa here feelings. I also noticed that it was really strong
when I had to go to the 5th floor, for my 6pm Ballet class on MWF.
Sometimes, the feeling during class was so strong, I thought I saw images in
the mirrored wall, but dismissed it as heebee jeebees, and light reflections.
Then one night, after a rehersal had gone particularly late...I had the
dreaded feeling again, but also for some reason a sudden saddness overtook
me. Thinking I was just exhausted, I dismissed it and left the building and
headed for my dormitory. However, something made me turn back and look.
When I did, on the old fire escape that ran down the outside of the building,
there was a Nun; in one of those old "Flying Nun" dresses holding a small boy
by one hand...maybe 5 or 6, and a little girl by the other, maybe 3 or 4.
Thinking it was odd enough, especially out on the fire escape; I turned
completely around. Then all of a sudden, they were completely engulfed in
flames and there were flames bursting out of all the ballet studios windows.
I ran screaming into the cafeteria. A bunch of students, friends {it was a
really small school} came running out along with the Security personal that
the Cafeteria employees had called. Much to my embarressment....nothing was
there...everything was normal. The Security officer approached me and
said..."Oh I see you've seen our Mother Superior." I was like...Wha Huh???
I was told that, she was a ghost of Loretto that many were familiar with, but
not all got to see. Patted me on my shoulder and told me to rest easy.
As the next few years past, I heard many stories of the ghosts of Lorettto
Heights...heck we had a graveyard on campus, where many of the Sisters of
Loretto are buried. I became a member of the student newspaper, and took it
upon myself to find out the relevance of the stories and my own experiance.
Turns out...in 1978 as the school was in the procees of no longer affiliating
with the Catholic church, a group of parapsychologists was invited to research
the paranormal activity that had gotten markedly more active that year. I
listened to their tapes, before writing my series of articles. I tell you, my
small hairs still stand on end thinking about it.
Thanks for letting me share,
ld_siskel:o)
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ld_s...@my-dejanews.com wrote:
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Thanks for your warm response. Yes the story is true. During the
depression of the 1930's, many families were leaving what became known as the
"dust-bowl" due to over-farming; and heading onto California in search of
work. The Sisters of Loretto often took in "orphans"{mainly children of
families that were so destitute that they couldn't properly care for them.}
Many came back to claim them, but sometimes, other couldn't or didn't. As
the story goes, on one particularly cold night the fireplaces were stoked
heavily,{every other room had one, when I was there, but they were all
blocked up when steam piping was added}. Apparently, an ember or such burst
from the fireplace and set alight the wooden floor. The 5th floor, which held
the ballet studios and offices when I was there, was originally one of two
dormitory floors--ie the 4th and 5th. When the realization was had of the
fire, the girls and nuns were able to escape down the main central staircase.
However, the Mother Superior, whose room was at the end of the hall aka what
became the ballet studio, went to get the two new children who had been left
in the ward next to her room. When she went to take them out through the main
area, it was engulfed in flames, so she tried to go out of the fire escape
outside the ward. Appparently, the heat was so intense that the door had
swollen shut, and by the time the rest had gotten out of the building and
tried to climb the escape to help her, she and the two children had been
burned alive, trying to get out. Due to the fact that they had only just
been left, no one knew who the children were, and their paperwork was
destroyed in the fire. There is a graveyard on campus, and the Mother
Superior's tombstone is at the center of it. On each side of her tombstone
are two small markers, with the date of death. There are other stories if
you are interested...please re- post. Sorry this reply was so long...kinda
new at this. Thanks again for listening.:o) Lisa
Rick A
Definitely do feel free to share more stories!!! :)
ld_s...@my-dejanews.com wrote:
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Porch AV Geek
"I know I will be loosened from the bonds that hold me fast,
that the chains all hung around me will fall away at last."
-The Waterboys
teddy
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Humbly,
Stephen
Porch Alchemist
Looking for ghost hunters in Jax, Fl
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<There are other stories if you are interested...please re- post. Sorry
this reply was so long...kinda new at this. Thanks again for listening.:o)
Lisa>
Lisa dont worry about the length hon. And please post some of your other
occurences.
Porch Angel
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The Tiger lives in a world of sunlight and shadow
Always secretive--Never devious
Always a killer--Never a murderer
Solitary--Never alone
For it is an irreplaceable link
In the process and the wholeness of life."
-John Seidensticker
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Have you done any research into why the flames might have appeared?
Evangeline
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Doug
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Xine
Doug
Where in Denver are you? (I'm South)
Xine
Really I'm most interested in DFU for it's fencing classes. I'm a fencer. OK,
a BAD fencer, but I LOVE doing it. In any competiton, my goal is simple: not
last place.
Doug
but you, me, the hubby and wife ought to grab a nice cup of coffee some sunday
afternoon.
Excuse me if I am bold, ignore me with impunity if you want (I won't be
insulted). It was just a passing thought.
Xine