I was recently asked the question “Do you believe in ghosts?” by a fellow classmate. I wasn’t sure of my answer, but the question ignited my curiosity for all things ghosts around town. So this past week, I asked my classmates  if any of them had encounter a ghost in their life.

As we approach the spooky night of Halloween, I bring you these three short and scary stories from students at LFHS.

The call is coming from inside the house  – Junior Courtney Woloson

“My house is around 115 years old, and in the 1960s, there was a double homicide that took place inside. The Stone family was living there at the time- Mr. and Mrs. Stone, their daughter, and their son. Their son was in a mental institution but was home for the holiday season. One morning, the son had attained a shotgun and killed his mother at the doorway of my current bedroom. He then shot his father just outside the doorway. The daughter ran for shelter on the third floor, but the son followed her. She proceeded to jump out the third-floor window into a snowbank, ran to a neighbors house, and called the police. The son was arrested, and the daughter lived alone in the home for 3 more years.

When I was three years old, my parents were sleeping in their room and I was sleeping in mine. Around 3 a.m., my mom heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She woke my dad, and he went with a flashlight to see who was there. To his surprise, it was the police. He asked why they were there, and they said, “We received a call from this number.” A wave of shock passed through my dad and mom, who was now standing at his side. They realized that not only had they not called 911, but that the number that called was linked to our fax phone in our kitchen, which can only be dialed from that location. We were all asleep, and nobody had gone downstairs. I remember being awoken by the police, who were mandated to check if I was okay. To this day, we don’t know how the police were called and by who, and perhaps we never will.”

The little boy on Green Bay Road – Junior Ingrid Falls

“I was driving on Green Bay Road one night after dinner with my parents, and we were getting closer to Lake Bluff. Once we reached the bridge going over the unused train tracks in Lake Bluff I thought I saw a tall man holding a little boy’s hand crossing the street. We were getting closer to them and I yelled at my Dad to stop driving because it looked like we were about to hit them, and as soon as we reached them I braced myself and hit the chair in front of me because it felt like we had hit something. My parents immediately looked back and asked me what was wrong, and they said there was nothing on the road. I looked behind the car and nothing was there. I have only seen the boy and the man one other time after this one, and it always scares me to drive down Green Bay now.”

Organ sounds – Junior Lucy Surkamer

“A couple days before the first day of my freshman year, I came into school to walk my classes and get an understanding of where everything is. I was with two other people but had left them to see if I could find my classes by myself. I went to the basement and was walking in the hallway by all the language rooms. I kept hearing a really faint sound of an organ. I got so confused and thought maybe there was someone playing the organ in the DMT. I walked up the staircase the leads directly to the DMT, and the sound kept getting much louder. As soon as I got to the DMT where the noise was coming from, there was nobody in there and the organ playing stopped. I never heard it again. Super spooky!”