Quote from Angela on July 22, 2020, 11:50 pm

Glenns Ferry High School in Idaho is renowned for its resident ghost.

One group of teenagers reported that whilst playing basketball in the playground they heard tremendous screams followed by total feelings of despair. There was nobody there but themselves.

It is believed by locals that the schools corridors are walked by the ghost of a former teacher who slipped and fell down steep stairs to her premature death. Many have witnessed an apparition, believed to be the said staff member, sitting on the very steps she perished upon.

It is said that the old schools basement has been described as 'literal evil'.

It is in this basement that a handful of friends claim they heard crying sounds. When they peered over the bathroom stall they saw a ghost girl, crying with blood emanating from her mouth and then she vanished into thin air.

Could the screams that are so frequently heard here be that of this unfortunate woman as she fell to her death?

****UPDATE****

We were contacted with a different version of the story.  We have added the new information below...

Hi, I read your bit on the ghost in Glenn’s ferry old high school. If this is the 2 story full basement, brick building that housed Heath electronics in the 80’s ... your story is a bit wrong. We were told by older people in town , including some of her friends that it was a lady that did the mopping after school was closed (a local has even written a poem). Her name was Ruth. She left her husband and he came looking for her. She was found dead at the bottom of one of the staircases the next Monday morning. That staircase was always closed off... we only used it for storage and it was always at least 2 people that went in that area. We rarely went upstairs either... it felt like we were intruding. Ruth would spontaneously spread the scent of orange blossoms... one second they would be filling a huge room... 10 seconds later gone without a trace. Ruth’s grave is in the cemetery in Glenn’s ferry ... it’s oddly sunken in while those around her are fine. Last time I smelled her was 1987, it was my birthday. I always took the time to speak with her while getting supplies from the stairwell. Hope this helps. Btw the basement is freaky too... tiny warrens of paths winding through tons of pipes & valves.. we had to cut thousands of pieces of wire down there... you never sat w your back to the walkway.

****UPDATE END****

Community feedback is very much appreciated! Thankyou. Angela Jane.