My story may seem completely false and would think that I got the story from a little child or something.
It was a day like any other Sunday for me. Sit in the sanctuary waiting to be dismissed to teach my class. Which just really my little sister. Not the best thing in the world, but it’s something. I was in the middle of teaching my little sister and then she started to be very difficult. Then we started hearing strange noises from behind the wall. I would have just brushed it off if it wasn’t for the fact that there was only one classroom in the back of the church.
There were sounds of chairs scraping the floor, which was still unsettling. I decided to look out of the room to see if anyone was there. But there was no one. In my I was trying to find reasonable solutions to as what those sounds were but nothing made sense.
After that, I have tried my best to forget about that incident, but every time I’m by myself, I still hear those sounds and sometimes muffled sounds of people talking. I do know that I am not the only one who hears these things and I know that I’m not crazy. But I know that there is something behind the wall.