West Chester University’s Ramsey Hall is believed to be haunted by namesake Dorothy Ramsey; Phillips Hall has several performing ghosts seen on the stage; and Hollinger Field House has a ghost called Drutz who hanged himself in the fourth-floor stairwell on homecoming weekend in the 1920s.
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- 700 S High St
West Chester, PA 19382
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 39.95247761796048, -75.59819423068848
- County:
- Chester County, Pennsylvania
- Nearest Towns:
- West Chester, PA (0.7 mi.)
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Used to hear things very early in the morning in Hollinger. Weird noises like a chain with tension on it, or a swinging door. Never could pin it, but always knew something was different. Spent every morning for four years there, and it was never threatening, but always something that made you think something else was in there. Like you were being watched or listened to. Can’t explain it, but it wasn’t. Normal feeling.