Not sure if this would be too long for an Ask
I’m not from America (the Caribbean, actually!) but my high school had some pretty weird energy.
I used to get to school at 6am and earlier, when it was either still properly dark outside or just before dawn. Our classes begun at 8, so there would only be a handful of students on the compound before 6:30am. The teachers all came closer to 7am.
Over my last year, my classroom was on the upperfloor, at the end of an empty hallway that, I kid you not, would always have a single HUGE brown moth just chilling out on the ceiling. You would never know it was there unless you looked up. (A local belief of ours is that dark coloured moths are a bad omen)
I usually turned on all the lights in the two sixth form classes, but sometimes I’d just sit at my desk on my phone in the dark and listen. The position of the chairs on the far side of the room would look slightly different every time I looked up. Ever so often I would hear the door of the other classroom open and close and think one of my friends had arrived. Of course, nobody would be there when I checked.
Our Computer lab also had a vibe of ‘Don’t look through the door lest you see something you wish you hadn’t’. I remember once I went inside before sunrise and the air was too heavy for me to stay there for more than a few moments.
But I think our most popular ghost story is the one about the Library, which used to be a dorm for students in the 60s. The story goes that a girl fell off the top floor and now she supposedly haunts the building. Now, I’ve never seen her, but I have heard whispers in the shelves and the floorboards creak just a few feet behind me, especially when I’m the only one in the room.
I know your blog is mostly about American hauntings/weird places, but I just wanted to share my bit.