Nat. only. Nat Ballroom.
I can’t think of a place more iconic and beloved than The Nat. The stories about this looming building on Sixth Street are endless. A particularly popular topic at this time of year: The Ghost of The Nat.
Almost every Google search result for The Nat mentions the same old things: a lady in white, a couple dancing on the floor. The ghost of the equally friendly urban legend approximates Casper. What I’ve heard from others is very different.
While I’m a die-hard skeptic, I find it amusing when people share their experiences of what they consider paranormal. It’s the perfect time of the year to share the best stories about ghosts, goblins and ghouls I’ve heard so far at The Nat.
in the bookstore
Here’s my editor, and he’s obviously full of surprises. Not long ago, when talking about the upcoming ghost season, I lightly joked about going to The Nat and wanting to see the “ladies in white dresses having fun” spirit that supposedly haunts the building.
Now, let’s be clear: I’m a skeptic, I Know She is one too. That’s why when she looked me in the eyes and said: “Be careful. She might not be the one you met.”
I’ve heard disturbing stories of her encounters at Aldway Hall. So I know I’ll get a treat:
I moved from Albuquerque to Amarillo in 2008. I love belly dancing and would like to join a group here. They invited me to practice with them. See how we get along.
I saw them at The Nat on Thursday. It’s already dark, it’s about seven or eight in the evening, right? We both parked on the island across from the building and I followed them to where we entered from the bookstore.
She described how the women were visibly nervous as they gathered near the entrance. They held hands and formed a human daisy chain, ending with my editor.
I’m confused. So I just grabbed the girl in front of me and made sure to keep up as we jogged through the dark bookstore.I remember being in that building – the ballroom and the bookstore – a million times there is nothing Scared…and then I felt it.
….I felt something in the darkness behind me.
She describes how a daisy-chain of humans arrives at the door of the narrow corridor connecting the ballroom to the bookstore. When she stepped over the threshold, she looked back and saw it. It was more in her mind than with the naked eye – but she saw it anyway.
Everything there is not of this earth. It was dark and it was bad.
She seemed reluctant to describe in detail what she saw. Then she finally whispered to me, which reminded her of the creature in Pan’s labyrinth. That’s enough to stop me from asking any further questions about this.
Of course, she wasn’t finished yet.
In the ballroom, we warmed up and started dancing. I had long hair back then, like it is now, right? When I dance, I see something pulling my hair. I could see and feel my hair being pulled…but no one was there.
She clarified that while it was odd, the hair-pulling didn’t have the dark malice that filled the bookstore. She went on to add that the practice ended quickly when the cabinet doors at the back began to open and close on their own, and the group left the building through the front door.
We left The Nat and went to 806. I had a drink and sat on the sofa. Suddenly, it was like someone unplugged me. Every bit of energy is gone. Drain. I went home and slept… 24 hours.
I feel like my life has been sucked dry. Understandably, I told the group that I would not be joining them to practice at The Nat in the near future.
Now, remember when I told you I was a skeptic? I guess I don’t seem to quite believe my editor’s story. To this end, she took out her phone and opened her messages. She explained that sometime last year, after questioning herself for a full decade, she contacted one of the other women who were there that night to see if she remembered the same thing.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started reading the messages (another woman graciously allowed them to be shared), but knowing that another person so thoroughly supported the events my editor was talking about… gave me chills .
When you have two adults confirming the same timeline of impossible events and adding more details…I can convince to say “I don’t no Believe. “A minute or two.
antique store employee
The Nat’s last ghost story is from my old acquaintance Mark, who recently worked at an antiques store
It was an antique store when I worked there and they don’t use the bar area together anymore.But we do stock up on cleaning supplies there, and my colleagues and I will all hear the growl there, but only when we’re alone
On the mezzanine, you can hear the sound. I always feel like there are multiple entities out there.
In the long hallway room that separates the former bookstore from the ballroom floor, the lights must have been randomly extinguished multiple times, followed by the appearance of a woman on security cameras.
return. By the stage. This heavy glass table always falls over. always. Just didn’t explain why.
Part of my job is to walk the store myself at the end of the day, make sure all customers are gone, then turn off the lights, but the lights are all on the south side, which means you have to turn off the lights and walk all the way back to the building in the dark.
It’s not the funniest part of my day.
Nat is a very special place. Don’t let these stories scare you away. But if you happen to be there and the air starts to feel a little different… well, now you know what it is.
Sixth Street for years – wow! What a change!
Not long ago, Sixth Street in Amarillo looked very different. Did you forget what it looked like in 2007? Buckle up and ride is incredible.
Abandoned schoolhouse outside Texas Canyon
This used to be the Jowell School. Built in 1901, the building is the cornerstone of Jowell’s small farming community.
The building was rebuilt and restored in the late 1980s or late 1990s before vandals destroyed it with arson. The remains of the Jowell School are nestled in rolling farmland between Canyon Township and Happy Township, Texas.