College Haunting

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Everyone in our town knows that the college campus is haunted. It is one of those things that you grow up telling spooky stories about at sleepovers, making all the other girls squeal when you suddenly pull out the jumpscare. It wasn’t anything a lot of people really ever worried about, unless you went to the school.

I started college there back in the fall of 2010 as an art major. That meant I had to spend a lot of time in the humanities building. According to rumor, that was the most haunted building on campus. I have always been sensitive and over the years of doing things at the campus (it was the largest auditorium and what not in the town so a lot of plays and recitals happened there) I had felt many things over the years, but nothing much had really felt dangerous to me. I would get bad feelings around backstage and on the stairs that led down to the basement, but I generally shrugged them off as me just being a paranoid little kid.

After the first month or so, I got involved with a small group of people that enjoyed going ghost hunting on the weekends and they had gotten special permission from one of the art professors to stay in the building late that night. I was invited to go on this little hunt as my first tester trip. They wanted to make sure that I would stay calm.

We get there, go through a little safety spill, and break up into groups. Nothing much happens for the first little while, but then I suggest we head to the dark room on the 2nd floor. Earlier that week, I had an experience in there and thought that maybe we could find something. Two of us out of the group go inside while the other two wait in the hallway. We begin a bit of radio scilence to start the EVP session. During that time, I kept feeling something touching the back of my shirt and gently tugging on the hem. I stay quiet and ignore it, hoping that maybe a voice was caught on the recording.

We started to ask questions and the tugs on the back of my shirt become harder to ignore. I told the person I was investigating with and he began to ask who it was that was tugging on my shirt. I began to feel extremely warm and uncomfortable in there and told him that I really wanted to get out of there. I am quite claustrophobic and two people in a small darkroom was pushing it for me. However, the thought of an unseen entity wanting to mess with me while I was in such an uncomfortbale position made it worse.

We went out into the hall and listened to the recordings. There was nothing there but white noise, our voices, and some whispering that we couldn’t really make out. We chalked that up to the AC units in the building kicking on (it was still hot as hell, even though summer was wrapping up).

The rest of the time spent in the two small groups was rather uneventful. We came back together at about 2 am so that we could all go down into the basement together. I wish I had never gone.

We all took our positions in the prop filled basement (costume and prop storage for the drama department) and turned on a UV light. One of the guys said that he had read somewhere that entities might be attracted to it. A volunteer went and shut off the lights for the basement and we began to wait.

Once the lead said he was ready to turn out the lights, I got this distinct feeling that doing that would lead to a bad time. I told him not to, basically begged him not to, but out went the light.

That is when I felt something cold close around my neck.

I couldn’t breathe. It felt like something was pulling all of the air out of my lungs and I could not stand. One of the guys caught me and that ended the night’s investigations.

I had red marks on my neck that faded after a little while, but the guy that caught me had very tiny scratches near his eyes.

There were no investgations for the rest of the semester.

The following semester, we all decided that we needed to have one more go at the building and see if what had happened was just a fluke. We broke up into our groups again and had a rather uneventful night until a little after midnight.

While I was inside of a piano practice room, with one of the others, the peace of the building was shattered.

We heard a scream, the sounds of running down the stairs, the door to the stairway opening and closing, the door to the outside opening and closing, and then the stairway door opening and closing again. The only problem with the second opening and closing of the stairway door is there were no footsteps to go along with it.

We were all called to the auditorium for a little meeting. Turns out, that the two that ran out of the building had been investigating near the 2nd floor darkroom. While near the darkroom, they began to hear noises from inside the room and gentle knocks on the women’s restroom door. On an EVP, they heard something say MY NAME right before something inside the darkroom fell. That is what sent the others out of the building.

Because of this, I was asked to leave for the safety of the rest of the group. I was really bummed about that of course, but I left. One of my friends in the group said they would come and see me after.

The rest of this story was told to me by this friend. I have no recollection of this and that really freaks me out.

My friend came to my house after the investigation was over and he found me sitting in the middle of my living room floor with papers covered in weird ramblings and drawings spread all around me. He freaked, called a friend of ours that practiced Wicca. She came over to smudge and bless the house, hoping to rid it of whatever was there. He said I was pretty out of it the entire time, but I seemed normal the next day. I am so grateful that he came to see me instead of going straight home. There is no telling what would have happened if he hadn’t.

Now, all these years later, I still sometimes feel something dark in my house. I’m not sure if this entity followed me from the college or was latched onto me before all of that. All I know is that I now sleep with holy water and my father’s rosary beads beside my bed.

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