I’ve got my own stories about this place.
Mike, the city parks director suggested I stay in the old city pool house that sits right next to the high school and football field. At that time I didn’t know of the stories or the history of those properties so it seemed like a good idea. I had been camping up in the park we were developing and it was cold and windy at night so the shelter was welcome and there were toilets and showers so it seemed like a good deal.
Well, the place was creepy as hell. I felt like I was being watched and the AM radio on an old single speaker radio kept turning on itself. It was always on some conservative AM talk radio show. I’d turn it off, leave for breakfast and come back to it being back on. No one else had been there in that time so it struck me as odd but not terrifying.
After two nights inside the building I decided to sleep outside. The building was uncomfortably hot, the air was stale and felt like a tomb so I propped my tent up next to the pool on some grass. The pool was surrounded by a steel fence so I felt safe enough. After a few nights I woke up around 2:30-3 in the morning to hear a voice right outside my tent. It was this old timey conversation. I couldn’t completely make out the words but it was right there. This one sent shivers down my spine and I felt paralyzed with a fear sensation laying there in my tent. It was other worldly. I can’t explain it beyond that but when this stuff happens you just know.
The next night I was walking back to the pool house after a few cocktails down town and just outside that steel fence where my tent was there’s a row of beautiful little shade trees up and down that stretch of sidewalk and as I walked I saw a pitch black shadow figure pop out from behind one tree to then walk and disappear behind another. That was it, I packed up my shit and slept in my work truck.
The next day I asked Mike, “What’s up with that pool house? Something isn’t right there” He laughed and waved his hand like it’s a bunch of nonsense and said “ there’s a bunch of crazy stories but that’s all, just stories” so then I google searched it and started finding all kinds of stuff on the high school, the football field and the little park that are all connected on that large block within the city.
Haunted high school spooks former frontier town
www.latimes.com