![]() I felt like I had been sucked dry of life. Suddenly, it was like someone pulled the plug on me. I got my drink and sat down on the couch. She went on to add that when the cupboard doors towards the back began to open and close on their own, the practice was promptly ended and the group exited the building through the front doors. She clarified that, while strange, the hair-tugging lacked the dark malice that filled the bookstore. I could see and feel my hair being tugged. My hair was long back then, like it is now, right? I watched something pull my hair as I danced. In the ballroom, we warmed up and started dancing. That was enough to stop me from asking any further questions about it. Then, she finally told me in a quiet voice that it had reminded her of the creature from Pan's Labyrinth. She seemed reluctant to describe what she had seen in much detail. Whatever was there was not of this earth. More in her mind's eye than her naked eye-but still, she saw it. As she crossed the threshold, she looked back over her shoulder and saw it. She described how the human daisy chain had reached the doorway for a narrow corridor that connected the ballroom with the bookstore. I remember thinking that I had been in that building-ballroom and bookstore both-a million times and there was nothing to be scared of.and then I felt it. So I just held on to the girl in front of me and made sure to keep pace as we jogged through the dark bookstore. They held hands, forming a human daisy chain, with my editor at the very end. She described how the women were visibly nervous as they gathered near the entrance. It was already getting dark, maybe 7 or 8pm? We all parked on the little island across from the building, and I followed them to where we entered through the bookstore. They invited me out to a practice with them. I was into belly dancing and wanted to join a group here. I had moved from Albuquerque to Amarillo in 2008. I had already heard her unnerving story about what she ran into at Ordway Hall. Which is precisely why I stopped dead in my tracks when she looked me in the eyes and said: "Be careful. Now, let's be clear: I am a skeptic, and I know she is one too. Not too long ago, while talking about the upcoming spooky season, I lightheartedly joked about going to The Nat and hoping to see the spirit of "the lady in a white dress having a good time" that's said to haunt the building. This one is from my editor, who is apparently full of surprises. And this is the perfect time of the year to share the best tales of ghosties, goblins, and ghouls at The Nat that I've heard so far. Although I am a die-hard skeptic, I find it interesting when people share their experiences with what they consider the paranormal. ![]()
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