I have an old recording I did for something or someone -- I don't remember the circumstances behind it -- from... I think it was last year, as I retold a story I heard in my childhood.
I know a bunch of ghost stories from my college! Two actually happened to my friends, therefore:
1). I went to a very small liberal arts college in MN, and the only things that happen on campus during the summer are things like music camps. One of my friends was a summer RA; they'd go around and check on the unused dorms periodically. One of the dorms (where I would later live) was actually two halls put together: one dedicated to first year students, and the second for sophomores, juniors, and seniors. The two halls share a main entrance and lounges on a few levels. Since the music program is really big, most of the dorms have at least one piano in the common rooms. These dorms also had sinks in each room, and a few shared bathrooms for each floor. While my friend (a guy) and another RA were making their rounds, they suddenly heard something that sounded like a child playing the piano, and little footsteps. Then all of a sudden, all of the sinks on the floor turned on. They didn't stick around.
2). Same dorm! One of the girls I knew from my Russian classes lived in this dorm before I moved in. She told me that one day she was taking a shower. She knew that she was the only one in the bathroom, and the doors creak, so you could always tell if someone came in or left. While she was showering, she suddenly heard someone yank all the toilet paper off the roll. But she hadn't heard anyone come in. I periodically remembered that when I was showering in that dorm.
I know, right? Eeek! I was glad I was never in the dorm all by myself after that. One of the deans at the college started collecting campus ghost stories after two girls living in a different dorm showed up in his office demanding to see the file on their room. He explained that they didn't keep files. Turns out the girls had a ghost. So every year at Halloween he'll tell ghost stories to students. Most of the ghosts are friendly - old professors who do stuff like make sure the drama students don't fall off the stage. The first female professor has a dorm named after her, which used to be girls-only. Now it's co-ed, so she's supposed to patrol the halls rather grumpily. There's also a ghost that plays the school's pipe organs. If I remember correctly we even have a ghost dog who used to be a campus pet.
The ghost in the two girls' room seems to have been the (only) student who died on campus. There's apparently a cave and some heating tunnels on that part of campus, and they're now closed because this boy died in them. So one night one of the girls was sitting on her bed doing homework when one of her friends opened the door, looked in, then shut the door. She asked her friend about it, and the friend said, "I didn't want to interrupt - there was a boy in a red hat sitting on the end of your bed." So of course, she freaked out, since she'd been alone. Same room: one of the girls woke up late one night and saw a boy in a red hat just sitting in the corner.
His family lived in Pennsylvania. My great-grandfather immigrated through Ellis Island and then started a farm. The property was really big, so one of my great-aunts and her family also had a house on the farm. Every day my great-grandfather would come in to have lunch with my great-aunt and her family, and they could always hear when he arrived because the screen door would creak open and bang shut, and he'd come in. One day they heard the door open and bang shut, but he didn't come in. Later on, they found out that he had died at the time that the door opened and shut. So apparently he was coming by to see them once more.
I did a summer internship for two weeks for two summers at the National Portrait Gallery in Washington, D. C. The woman I worked for is really nice, and she'd take me to see art museums around the city, and how the NPG worked. Apparently the building that the NPG and SAAM (Smithsonian American Art Museum) share was a war hospital during the Civil War, and Walt Whitman was a nurse there. The NPG now has its offices in the Smithsonian's office building a few blocks away from the museum, but before the move, the offices were in the wing where the hospital had been. Sometimes at night, if most of the people were gone, and only a few people were working late using their desk lamps - so the wing was dark - you could see a dark shape moving around in the desks. I forget how they decided, but the general consensus seems to be that it was Walt Whitman checking on soldiers.
One of the other interns went to school at Gettysburg, and so she told us about the ghost tours that would come through campus. She says the students make up a lot of stories for the tourists, but they've got some of their own stories that they believe, like one about a sentry on campus.
How about one to watch? The episode from season three of Destination Truth on the Island of the Dolls in Mexico. Truly one of the creepiest I've ever seen.
Did I ever tell the story of when I was working for a museum... and living in one at the same time?
In Providence, there's a Governor's Mansion that has since been turned into a museum- well, the ground floor, anyways- the upper floors were 3 apartments since the 1920s. One- on the second floor, sharing it with the offices with of the Museum- was my grandparent's. When my normal summer job fell through, I ended up last minute working for the RISD Museum, and staying in the apartment, by myself, for much of the summer.
I came to spend most of my time in the living room, which backed up to the offices' main room. So I was used to occasionally hearing voices through the walls. So on one evening, I noted that once again, muffled voices could be heard. What was different was I realized that it was 9 o'clock at night, long after the museum closed. I first assumed that someone stayed late, or there was some event happening. It certainly sounded like a party. But the space was cubicles- not where they'd have guests. Checking outside, there were no cars in museum parking spaces, or in the driveway. In fact, moving to the bay windows, I could see the lights were off in the museum. I tried to see if it wasn't the apartment above me, but no, it was coming from the shared wall. (I later learned the people above were out that week).
Later on, after this happened a few more times over the summer, I realized the living room and the offices had once been one room- they were the main parlor for the house.
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Uploaded it to Sendspace for you: http://www.sendspace.com/file/ebfbly
If you need an alternate download arrangement, lemme know. :)
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P.S. Icon is adorable.
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I'm sort of more interested in real life stuff right now rather than fic, but thanks!
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http://elismor.livejournal.com/155856.html
I must love you, Merv.
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These are often entertaining.
There's some cemetery EVP stuff here. Plus lots of spooky randomness in the sidebar.
The Weird Georgia guy has been posting spooky stories every day in October.
Oh oh! I have some things I should upload for you! *scurries off*
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(Uploads will take a while. But you will like them!)
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1). I went to a very small liberal arts college in MN, and the only things that happen on campus during the summer are things like music camps. One of my friends was a summer RA; they'd go around and check on the unused dorms periodically. One of the dorms (where I would later live) was actually two halls put together: one dedicated to first year students, and the second for sophomores, juniors, and seniors. The two halls share a main entrance and lounges on a few levels. Since the music program is really big, most of the dorms have at least one piano in the common rooms. These dorms also had sinks in each room, and a few shared bathrooms for each floor. While my friend (a guy) and another RA were making their rounds, they suddenly heard something that sounded like a child playing the piano, and little footsteps. Then all of a sudden, all of the sinks on the floor turned on. They didn't stick around.
2). Same dorm! One of the girls I knew from my Russian classes lived in this dorm before I moved in. She told me that one day she was taking a shower. She knew that she was the only one in the bathroom, and the doors creak, so you could always tell if someone came in or left. While she was showering, she suddenly heard someone yank all the toilet paper off the roll. But she hadn't heard anyone come in. I periodically remembered that when I was showering in that dorm.
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And ha! Toilet paper stealing ghost! :D
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The ghost in the two girls' room seems to have been the (only) student who died on campus. There's apparently a cave and some heating tunnels on that part of campus, and they're now closed because this boy died in them. So one night one of the girls was sitting on her bed doing homework when one of her friends opened the door, looked in, then shut the door. She asked her friend about it, and the friend said, "I didn't want to interrupt - there was a boy in a red hat sitting on the end of your bed." So of course, she freaked out, since she'd been alone. Same room: one of the girls woke up late one night and saw a boy in a red hat just sitting in the corner.
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His family lived in Pennsylvania. My great-grandfather immigrated through Ellis Island and then started a farm. The property was really big, so one of my great-aunts and her family also had a house on the farm. Every day my great-grandfather would come in to have lunch with my great-aunt and her family, and they could always hear when he arrived because the screen door would creak open and bang shut, and he'd come in. One day they heard the door open and bang shut, but he didn't come in. Later on, they found out that he had died at the time that the door opened and shut. So apparently he was coming by to see them once more.
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I did a summer internship for two weeks for two summers at the National Portrait Gallery in Washington, D. C. The woman I worked for is really nice, and she'd take me to see art museums around the city, and how the NPG worked. Apparently the building that the NPG and SAAM (Smithsonian American Art Museum) share was a war hospital during the Civil War, and Walt Whitman was a nurse there. The NPG now has its offices in the Smithsonian's office building a few blocks away from the museum, but before the move, the offices were in the wing where the hospital had been. Sometimes at night, if most of the people were gone, and only a few people were working late using their desk lamps - so the wing was dark - you could see a dark shape moving around in the desks. I forget how they decided, but the general consensus seems to be that it was Walt Whitman checking on soldiers.
One of the other interns went to school at Gettysburg, and so she told us about the ghost tours that would come through campus. She says the students make up a lot of stories for the tourists, but they've got some of their own stories that they believe, like one about a sentry on campus.
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In Providence, there's a Governor's Mansion that has since been turned into a museum- well, the ground floor, anyways- the upper floors were 3 apartments since the 1920s. One- on the second floor, sharing it with the offices with of the Museum- was my grandparent's. When my normal summer job fell through, I ended up last minute working for the RISD Museum, and staying in the apartment, by myself, for much of the summer.
I came to spend most of my time in the living room, which backed up to the offices' main room. So I was used to occasionally hearing voices through the walls. So on one evening, I noted that once again, muffled voices could be heard. What was different was I realized that it was 9 o'clock at night, long after the museum closed. I first assumed that someone stayed late, or there was some event happening. It certainly sounded like a party. But the space was cubicles- not where they'd have guests. Checking outside, there were no cars in museum parking spaces, or in the driveway. In fact, moving to the bay windows, I could see the lights were off in the museum. I tried to see if it wasn't the apartment above me, but no, it was coming from the shared wall. (I later learned the people above were out that week).
Later on, after this happened a few more times over the summer, I realized the living room and the offices had once been one room- they were the main parlor for the house.
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