#haunted schools

[myhauntedsalem]

The Devil’s School

Jacksonville, Florida

When it was first opened in 1918 the Annie Lytle Elementary School, then simply known as Public School No. 4, must have been an impressive structure. 

Today, the ruins of the Annie Lytle Elementary School are a far cry from their fancier past. The halls are choked with trash and debris and vivid graffiti covers virtually every surface. A fire that broke out in 1995 and was blamed on vagrants, gutted parts of the building and caused the roof of the auditorium to cave in, leaving it open to the elements.

After its closure, the school became a popular spot for wayward teens, as well as drug addicts and squatters. As people began to explore the abandoned building, the legends surrounding it grew and it didn’t take long before the school had acquired the reputation of the most haunted place in Jacksonville. In these tales, the building is often known by another name, the Devil’s School.

According to one popular tale, the janitor of the school used to take students down into the boiler room where he burned them alive. One day, one of the students escaped and in the process caused an explosion which blew up the boiler room and started a fire. 

Another variation on the tale says that the principal of the school was a cannibal, who kept kids who were sent to detention in a special meat locker in his office. The students were gutted and hung on spikes until the Cannibal principal could get around to devouring them. In addition, rumors of satanic and occult activity taking place at the abandoned schools also run rampant.

Some who have visited the site say that a huge tree grows somewhere in the depths of the abandoned school, though photos of the site today show no such inhabitant. Given the sheer number of specters said to inhabit the decaying halls, there’s every chance this is some sort of ghost tree and that you might still bump into it if you’re walking the hallways at night.

In 1999, the school was purchased with the intention of knocking it down, to replace it with Lytle Place Condominiums. The project was halted when the city granted the building a historic landmark designation in 2000. Today, the halls of the Devil’s School still stand empty, save for whatever ghostly denizens they may contain.

[whisperwonders365]

Haunted Operational Schools & Hospitals: The Unseen Terror

[thedeadpoets-blog]

oh september, how you have my heart.

[swampybogg]

[anna-scribbles]

if the agrestes weren't rich i think that gabriel would be the normal one. like gabe's problem is that he stopped running into natural limits due to absurd wealth and his obsessive nature led him to develop some kind of god complex where he won't accept that anything is out of his control. I think that if gabe was broke again and just simply couldn't afford to go on an international goose chase for ancient magic artifacts of untold power, if he had to work a 9-5 to live and couldn't just disappear into his basement lair to commit domestic terrorism and say evil monologues to himself, then he would be way more normal. he'd just be some guy. he might even let himself have a mowhawk again. but I think that emilie would be way LESS normal if they weren't rich. like emilie needs so many people to be obsessed with her so much all the time in order for her to function. and gabe would still have his toxic codependent obsession with her, sure, but that wouldn't be nearly enough. emilie has to be at the center of the world's spotlight at all times because she doesn't know how to exist if she's not performing. anyway all this to say I am so certain that if the agrestes were not disgustingly wealthy, emilie agreste would one million percent be running a massive family vlogger youtube channel

[dannyphannypack]

college is supposed to be a new start for danny: one in which his “work” life and personal life stay strictly separate. but when danny moves into his new gotham university dorm for the upcoming semester, his hopes are dashed. gotham is overflowing with lost souls, and they won’t leave him alone long enough for him to finish his damn physics homework.

when mr. and mrs. wayne offer him refuge in their old study, danny thinks he’d be stupid not to take it. he wasn’t expecting their house to still be inhabited, but whatever. he can blend into the background. he’ll do anything for some peace and quiet.

now if only he can convince martha to stop trying to out him to the rest of the family.

[sapphire-of-midgard]

gow textposts that have been sitting in my camera roll rent free for far too long

[clownsuu]

weren't you the person who created 'gotta sweeps' human design

Ah yes, the mandatory yearly sweep ask—

[cubbihue]

When you said that the unluckiest person is most hopeful, it reminded me of Nagito Komaeda. If the universe were combined, do you think he would fair well having Anti Cosmo as his anti fairy?

Funnily enough, I feel like it would be Hajime who would have an anti-fairy companion. I mean, he’s surrounded by extremely skilled people! That would attract bad luck in some way for him. Nagito wouldn’t be good food for anti-fairies. Or Fairies. Or Pixies.

...Honestly, Fairies aren’t quite sure what food he produces. It’s like a weird amalgamation of luck, desire, greed, and all sorts of emotions they can’t disentangle. Like a crockpot gone horribly horribly wrong. Eating any bit of that would make any fairy sick.

Eugh. The hell is wrong with that one.

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[cyrankaa]

[chocostrwberry]

[myhauntedsalem]

Old Elerbe Road School Shreveport, Louisiana

This former school was closed due to the disappearances of several people, one being a beloved janitor. When the children went to look for him, they too disappeared—one by one. All that remains is a building in which all the lockers have been knocked out; in their place is a mural of the grim reaper. At night, one may hear the screams of children and the sound of a school bell.

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[lottievanclaire]

YELLOWJACKETS 2.05 “Two Truths and a Lie”

[astradyke]

with everything that has been happening in the last like week of the phandom much less the last few months can you believe that like, holy shit, a year ago we were talking about the kitchen polaroids? make no mistake i never forgot and i'm sure nobody else really has either but that was like, the most insane thing to me back then. and now we have instagrams plastered with collab posts of them being in love and extensive discussions of the phouse and the door just wiggling while being ajar. like we used to be in the "they have photos of themselves in the house..." era just like we used to be in the orange heart era just like we used to be in the turkiye vacation era just like we used to be in the "dan is leaving me" era etc etc, many things in between many things before and after, and now like. i dunno. i love this community i love the fact that we're insane about these two guys who are also insane with us in this increasingly healthy & beautiful parasocial relationship, and i love that the entire focal point of this community is about us celebrating love and accepting ourselves. this is such a healing space to be in. and i'm still insane over the polaroids btw. to circle this back.

[sseanettles]

you know what I'm forever sad never became a really really compelling arc in twelve's time (or at least not to my knowledge)?

an acknowledgement that peter capaldi already played a very notable character in the doctor who universe--in torchwood: children of earth. an acknowledgement that twelve's face already belonged to a forgettable, mediocre nobody of a tragic man, john frobisher.

an average, milquetoast man who shot his wife, his children, point blank, and then committed suicide himself, because he could and would not sacrifice his kids to the 456 to be tortured and drained alive to make the aliens' fucking recreational drug, even though he was a cog-in-the-machine part of the government that had just very comfortably decided to sacrifice "the undesirable's" children. That had decided that "well the government has to be seen in the future to have also made sacrifices. and instead of picking our own children, we have picked yours, john frobisher. a forgettable, acceptable sacrifice that none of us will feel."

and he decided no. no, you don't get my children. and I won't live with the horror of what we've done and are about to do.

Of course, with horribly personal, terrible sacrifices, torchwood wins in the end. john and his family didn't have to die. but they did. was it a cowardly move? a heroic one, given the only options he thought he had? i don't think anyone could make that judgement without being in his shoes.

now imagine...imagine if twelve was canonically acknowledged to have had this man's face. The time vortex decided john frobisher needed to be heard, to be seen once more, to teach the doctor some kind of lesson that needed to be deeply learned. give the doctor the face of a deeply imperfect, desperate, trapped father who did not know how to do the right thing.

and then fucking play with it.