St George's Hall
I admit I remain skeptical too of many of the stories of demons and such but I'm quite happy about ghost. Not being a religious person I'm at a loss to explain them further than the power of the human mind, maybe some kind of cosmic energy. With the ghost at my mothers house it was as if she had never died at all, she wasn't re-enacting old scenes but interacting with our lives, perhaps she was just borrowing a bit of the life-force of the new born children. I suppose we will never know and one theory is just as good as the next.
In my story I told about the place on my mothers stairs that my friends don't like, I know of one place that makes that cool spot feel like a sauna. In Liverpool where I work, there is a building called St Georges Hall it was built back in the 1880's as a civic building combining law courts, theater and festival hall. It's now mostly disused, the courts have been relocated and because the building does not meet modern fire escape regulations only the main hall is now in use. Anyway I digress, as part of my work I have been all over St Georges Hall, from roof top to basement's and all areas in between. The Hall has many ghost stories none of which I will go into just now, but let's just say it's well known for it.
One day I was being given a bit of a tour of the disused courts, only we did not have the key to the public entrance so we had to get in from the holding cells area and enter via the doc. There is a narrow flight of stairs which leads from the cells to the court barred by a huge self closing door, when I moved into that passage I got the strangest feeling, I went ice cold. The feeling was that I had been there before was so strong it was almost overwhelming and I was quite spooked by it to say the least.
I can't explain it, but I guess if a place exists that has seen the very worst of emotions expressed at their most intense levels that passage is it. I guess a lot of evil has passed up that staircase too, or maybe it was a flash from a past life (I hope not). I shall never forget that I knew where I was, I even knew the court room I passed up into.
I wonder if there are any court warders or prison guards out there who have found similar experiences?