I Don't Beleave In Ghosts

Let me begin by saying that I Realy don't beleave in ghosts. Strange to say estpcialy when you see it posted here; and when you concider what happened to me; but by the end of this story I hope you will understand why I say this. It was 1977 and I was a freshman in highschool. I was a poor student in grade school and was sent away to a small midwestern bording school for catholic boys who are intrested in the preasthood. I was not intrested in being a prest but my mother was sold on the idea saying that I was the one who could put things right. it seemed that one of her ansesters was a preast who had left the preasthood and so she felt the Family owed the church one of its children ...and guess who it was gona be! So I did what my mom and dad told me and went to be a preast like a good little boy ...besides I would be 500 miles away from my parents living in a dorm...it sounded like an adventure so I was in. When I arived there I was the only kid there from a big city... the rest of the kids were farmboys or small town kids who had no idea about music I liked or the things I was intersted in...it was like I had been droped in an other county all togeather! I had no friends and not being that big of a kid I got pushed around by the biger kids...the worst thing was that I had an accent to them I was from New York and this is a midwestern school and they used to make fun of the way I talked...needless to say I was not enjoying the adventure...I just did what the brothers told me to do and followed the rules and hoped to blend into the backround and talked as little as possable..After I was there about 2 months in early october of 1977 I had managed to get a good work study job in the campus snack bar...it was 2 hours a day in the afternoon after school but I got payed so I had a little extra pocket money and a free candy bay every now. Bother Mike ran the snack bar and he was cool he was from Boston so I didn't feel so out of place becouse of the accent so we talked a lot. It was october and I was walking across campus after work one evening the sun had set and I desided to investigate this old blue bulding that was not used for much but storage. It was behind the dorm bulding and it all realy began there...you see at that time I did not realy beleave in ghostes...but I did not relay not beleave in them ether...I had never thought of the subject seriously. I walked into the shed and I found it dusty and full of old classroom desks. There was one teachers desk in the cornor of the shed in the main room about 20feet from the door. I noticed how quite it was in there and how much warmer it felt in there sheltered form the autuim wind within the walls of the shed it curtently was not a heater there was no electrisity out here, I paused to warm up since I did not ware a coat and as I lingered in the shed I kept looking at the teachers desk at the end of the room. It looked like all the other teachers desks in the school wodden with a gray top but, it seemed to glow. The only sourse of light in there was the porch lights on the back of the dorm and thay shined thrugh the door and drew a line of light across my feet I could still make out the desk very clearly even though I could not see anything in the building very well at all. I kept stairing atthe desk and then I began to hear the sounds of a classroom ...Chalk clicking on a blackboard, muffled shuffle of students fileing into the lecture late, and a very distinct voice of a lecturer. the longer I stood there the louder and clearer it got. The voice sounded like a typical facilty member but no one that I could identify...I closed my eyes and tryed to focus on the sounds to see if I could tell who was giving the lecture. I could tell it was about old testimate...the book of Job was the subject, but I could not identify the voice. I opened my eyes and for a second I was standing in a classroom and brother I had never seen stood in from of the classroom I can rember him to this day he had steel gray eyes and thay were sharp his forhead was wrinkeld as if he was deep in thought he stood about 6 foot tall with greasy brownish red hair in the dark hooded habbet of the Order of Friers Minor (fransiscan)with the 3 knotted belt and rosrey, he held a piece of chalk in his hand and turned away from the chalkboard to face me standing at the back of the room. He held up his finger and pointed at me still holding the chalk which had left a dusting of yellow dust on his nuckel and shouted as if I had intrupted him "If your in my class Your late, take a seat. If your not, get out of my classroom" he practly screemed the last 5 words at me and I screemed and turned to run out of the shead. The next day at work in the snack bar I asked Bro Mike about the old blue shed in back of the dorm... he asked me why I wanted to know...it was just an old shed after all...I insisted it was no reasion at all but he could tell I was acting kind of spooked about it...he looked at me long and hard and very seariously as if I were in confession and after a long pause he said "You've seen him too" I shook my head yes thinking we must be talking about the same thing. I asked who he was...bro just said that that back in the 50's thay used the shead as a large lecture hall for old and new testimate classes for upperclassmen. back then it had lights and heat, but that it had been gutted by fire and one of the teachers had been killed his name was brother Benignus. He told me never to go backto the shead at night... I didn't have to becouse Brother Benignus kept comming to me. whenever I was alone are I could hear his lecture on Job and how God allowed horrable palges to befall him to test him. At first I just chlaked it up to immagination but eventualy Brother Ben would start to ask me why I missed his class, when I slept I could see him yelling at me to come to class right now...I thought I was loosing my mind. After about 4 days of this I got up at about 3am and got dressed in uniform: Blue pants white shirt blue tie and blaser and walked down the stairs to the back door of the dorm. Bro Mike was there at the bottom of the stares waiting for me "you cant go"he said "He keeps telling me I have to go to class" "you dont have to he is not real." " But you saw him too" "yes I saw him too, but he is not real, You know what makes him real?" He pointed to his forhead "your mind makes him real, If you call it a fanticy a dream it cant hurt you It has no power over you. Only you can make it real by giving it that power. Now say it with me Brother Ben is dead, he is not real" I repeated it several times at first I didn't belave it but after a few minits of saying it over and over agian I understood I had the power not brother Ben...and I choose to take my power back from him. He kept calling me at night for a few weeks but it was only a dream so It didn't bother me, I slept well and each night it got a little easer to sleep he called out less ofter. finaly he stoped "Brother Benignus is dead, he is not real" I roght this story becouse I dreamed about Bro Ben again I couldn't hear his voice clearly I dont know what he said but I could tell it was him

I dont bealeave in ghosts ...realy I dont ...I dont have that luxuary