tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583055371324662307.post7380581321517267057..comments2023-09-04T22:23:30.520-02:30Comments on Dale Gilbert Jarvis: Is the St. John's Arts and Culture Centre haunted?Dale Jarvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03534516740231166831noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583055371324662307.post-39073309118684299672017-08-21T23:15:41.744-02:302017-08-21T23:15:41.744-02:30I worked at the St' John's Arts & Cult...I worked at the St' John's Arts & Culture Centre for 5 years (2002-2007).<br />I had a couple of different experiences and also heard a few from my co-workers at the time.<br /><br />1) In the balcony of the main theater, there is only one flight of stairs for patrons to use, which enter the theater on the south side.<br />There's a hallway (the full width of the theater) at the top of the stairs which leads to the north side of the balcony. On either side of the hallway, there is a single light switch that controls the same set of lights for the hallway.<br />One night before the show had started I was preparing the balcony as usual<br />and i walked through the hallway headed south from the north-side balcony.<br />So I flicked on the light switch and started making my way, I made it about 10 paces across the hallway when I heard a "click" and the light went off.<br />I had been walking in the direction of the south-side switch and could see that no one was there so I quickly spun around, thinking someone was playing a prank, but as I turned around I heard the "click" again and the lights came back on. there was no one at the south-side switch and no one had access to the north-side switch in the empty balcony.<br />I had written it off in my mind as faulty wiring in an old building until...<br /><br />2) Later that same night during the show, I was being relived on my break from balcony-north by a co-worker who was stationed in the coat-check.<br />When my 15 minutes were up I made my way back to my post but I was surprised to see my co-worker making her way down the balcony stairs before I got back to her. As soon as I saw her, I could tell she was visibly shaken, she immediately pointed her finger at me and said "was that you...someone was sitting behind me kicking the back of my chair but when I looked there was no one there..." my stomach dropped because it seemed to be a similar style of school-aged pranking that I had experienced earlier in the evening.<br /><br />That same night was the first time I had ever noticed the plaque on the wall by the downstairs washroom commemorating the old orphanage that once stood on the grounds. I never told my co-worker about that.<br />After that night I would occasionally catch glimpses in the corner of my eye of children running between the spaces in the pillars of the balcony on slow nights when the theater wasn't sold out.<br /><br />I've heard other stories, but I won't comment on them as I wasn't present <br /><br />Regards<br />MLAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01899208524612307049noreply@blogger.com