When I was a freshman in College there were all sorts of ghost stories about the campus. Most of these stemming from traumatic events that happened on the campus many years prior. There was a story about the building called Old Chapel, about these figures that roamed the building at night. There were stories about the Fine Arts Center, and this was where I had my first experience on the campus. It was the beginning of the school year, and bright outside. The power in the building went out and as my teacher entered the room the door next to him swung open without anyone touching it.
Later that night as the fall air crept in, I was walking around the campus, trying to calm down from the days activities, and I went by the Fine Arts Center center that night and out of the corner of my eye I saw something moving in the room I had been in earlier that day. I turned my head and there was a shadow standing in the corner, right in front of the mirror in the room. It soon vanishes and I make my way back to my room.