The Ghost of Room 113
Students Tiffany Huerta and Shannon Moore both claim to have had ghost experiences in our very own journalism class.
While hard at work on the September issue, Shannon Moore heard the door of the connecting room tremble. She opened said door that leads into the hallway, only to find nobody there.
Tiffany Huerta’s ghost story also takes place in room 113 at 6pm while she was turning off lights and the classroom door.
She claimed to have heard rustling noises in the connecting room.
She checked the room, curious if someone was in the class with her. With nobody in sight she turned the lights off again, then heard more rustling noises. Before she left the class, she heard three knocks, and rushed out of the class.
The janitor in the hallway claimed to have also heard the knocking from the ghost and was surprised it wasn’t Tiffany.
The knocking very well may have came from Shelby, the ghost that haunts room 113.
Mr. Hermanson – The Murder House
When I was a kid about 8 years old, there was a couple who lived three streets up from me and they were murdered. I later found out that they were both beaten to death in bed.
The murderer was never caught, and the house just sat there empty. It became known as The Murder House to the neighborhood kids and being impressionable 8-year-olds, we would dare each other to try and break into the empty house.
Then, it escalated; we decided that the six of us would spend a night at The Murder House.
There wasn’t blood on the walls or anything; it seemed totally normal except for the fact that we all knew what had happened there.
It was probably 9 or 10pm and I was walking through the hallway leading into the kitchen.
All of a sudden the window shook, as if a bird had hit the window or something. I looked outside and there was nothing. So I came back and asked my friends, “Did you hear that?” They said no, so I assumed they were pranking me.
Later in the night, one of my friends was headed to the bathroom and the bathroom door was locked. None of us had locked it. At that point we got really scared and left.
Eventually, the new owners bulldozed the house, but for a while we had The Murder House in our neighborhood.
Ms. Flores – Ratzilla
Our story begins in the summer of 2016 during registration.
The rats of Foothill High School were very hungry. In room 112, Ms. Subherwal’s classroom, a small mouse was caught in a mouse trap.
A bigger rat seemed to find out about this poor mouse. So this rat, Ratzilla, ate the entirety of the mouse, excluding the spine. When it was found, all we saw was a tiny little rat spine.
This is the true reason for our never-ending rule: No Food in the Library.