![]() 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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