My college is rather old. It was founded in 1722 in historical Leicester, Mass. This area is known for it’s hauntings as well as its historical legacy. The minutemen originated from this town; George Washington lead his troops across our very campus. There’s a graveyard up the street dedicated to civil war heroes. The list goes on.
My college’s history is a little more vague. The house next to mine was once used as a morgue; three children died in that building and are said to haunt it to this day. The morgue is still intact downstairs, though closed off. Every now and then, maintenance will leave the door unlocked and curious students steal a peek at the body freezer, a look at the autopsy tables. The whole nine yards. Of course, the stories are always exaggerated. You never do know what to believe in college. Except that dorm is open for paranormal investigations once requested. But I don’t live in that dorm, so my stories don’t relate to the building.
I live in the building next to the ex-morgue. When we moved in, the Resident Director told us of a spirit that was against smoking. She said hers and any student’s cigarettes would go missing overnight, and turn up somewhere else. Well, neither me or my roommate smoke, so we never had to worry. Right? Wrong.
We were in the kitchen one day, baking chicken. Behind the kitchen is a bathroom that no one likes to use; it’s cramped and eerie. As we were cooking, my roommate turned to me wide-eyed and asked me if I saw that. I asked her what, and she pointed to the bathroom door. It had opened itself, and as we watched, it closed itself and re-opened. This went on for what felt like ten minutes, but in reality was only a few seconds. After the door stopped opening and closing, it settled on a partially-open position and began humming in place. We freaked out, left our meal and went to find some other girls to come witness. They blew it off; they went into the bathroom, looked around, closed the door and left. With that, me and my roommate were left to eat our chicken and watch the door in amazement, afraid to go up the stairs back to our room since we’d have to go by that door.
We told the house cleaning lady about what happened. She simply smiled and said that she’s always had experiences in the house. For one, it would be colder and uncomfortable in certain areas in the hallway. When her daughter came with her, she described a girl in the house, though she said it wasn’t frightening. The maid said the girl followed her for a bit, and activity would always follow where she went. Now, I’m not sure how creditable her story is, but it sure did make me and my roommate think.
A couple months later, my roommate was doing laundry. When she came up, she told me that the dryer door had slammed shut and the dryer had turned itself on, stayed on for five minutes, and then shut itself off. She said the timer didn’t turn itself on, either, which it automatically does once someone pressed the on button. We put that in the back of our mind as to another strange thing about this ancient house.
The next encounter happened to me. I always sleep with my stuffed horse – his name is Buckshot. When I woke up, he wasn’t in my arms. I figured I had dropped him on the floor and proceeded to make my bed. Once my bed was made, I couldn’t find him. I looked between the bed and the wall, under the bed, under the pillows, under my roommate�s bed and through all of our stuff. Couldn’t find him. So I decided to do laundry, go to class, and come back to look for him later. I took the pillowcase off my pillow and put the pillow back on the bed, and put the pillowcase in the laundry. When I came back from class, I picked up the laundry and went to my room. As I picked up the pillow to put the pillowcase back on, I realized Buckshot was under my pillow. My roommate came in and asked why he was there; neither of us could figure it out.
The next day was our Thanksgiving feast. I know, Thanksgiving hasn’t happened yet, but my school let’s us home for Thanksgiving so ours was last Thursday. As we were leaving, she said she forgot her student id, so we went back to our room to get it. We left laughing about how we were like a married couple, and rather enjoyed the feast. When we came back, we opened the doors to the dorm building. On the inside doormat was her toothbrush. We both just kind of stared at it for a while, and then she said “Oh my god. That’s my toothbrush. I lost it a week ago.” We went to check our door and it was locked; only she and I have keys to the room. We still can’t explain the toothbrush or Buckshot.
I’m a student ambassador, which means I give prospective students tours of the campus. My last tour was yesterday; as I showed them through my dorm, we walked past the cupboard. As I passed it, the door slowly opened. So my tour wouldn’t notice, I quietly shut it again as I passed. The odd thing is, almost every day between 11 and 12, that door will be open. This was the first time I had actually seen it open, though. When I returned my tour to the admissions office, I went back to my room only to find that my door was still locked but ajar. Odd; I’m always the last one to leave the room during tours and I always make sure I shut it. Maybe I didn’t that day. Maybe all of this can be explained.
But last night, the night that lead to me asking about this, is what solidified my belief that the room is haunted. My roommate went home for the weekend; I was alone in the room. I invited a girl down the hall to come play xBox with me and watch movies. The window next to the TV has letters saying “trick or treat” and little candy decorations around it. My roommate and I were too lazy to take it down yet, plus the letters fascinate us. Every morning, they’re in a different position. Well, while we were watching TV, we looked over to find that the letters had been rearranged. The t in treat was upside down, the candies were moved, and, weirdest of all, the blind had been pulled down though it was crooked and uneven. The girl I was watching movies with had pointed it out to me. She left, believing my room was haunted. I got ready to go to bed. As I lay there in the dark, I kept hearing noises. I’m rather afraid of the dark. So I decided to sleep with the lights on. I was alone after all, so my roommate wasn’t here to mind. When I woke up this morning, though, the lights were all off. This confuses me; did I do it in my sleep? No one else could have, my door was locked and no one else has the keys.
I’m here posting today not to ask for ways to get rid of the spirit, if it is indeed a spirit. It’s my fault it’s here, if it is. I was researching ways to draw spirits in, I was interested in communicating with them, but I never tried. If it is a spirit, it may have been drawn in by my desire to communicate with it. I don’t want to punish it for that. I don’t mind the spirit living in my dorm room, and I don’t think my roommate does either. I just want to be able to live peacefully with the spirit, to not be afraid. I want to be able to tell people yes, my dorm room is haunted, and no you may not do anything to try and abuse the spirit to get it to leave. It isn’t harming us, it can stay. I’ve always been interested in the supernatural; if it has chosen our room to stay in, so be it. I just want to live peacefully and calmly with it. Any advice?
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