Great big spooky craziness!
Halloween, one of my favorite times of year, is only two days away. And just like last year, Ill be studying. What is it with teachers and Halloween? It seems like every year there's at least one professor who assigns an incredibly important essay or exam to be turned in November 1. There are parties going on tomorrow which I would normally attend, but can't because that same professor wants the class to meet at the same time they're being held. I swear! It's like there's an anti-Halloween conspiracy within America's educational institutions.
Now that I'm done complaining, I think I'll talk about all the spooky stuff that makes Halloween great. Mercer is about 170 years old, so we have our share of ghost stories, the most famous of which is of the girl who allegedly hanged herself in the freshmen girls' dormitory and haunts it to this day (a story which was thoroughly debunked by my old friend Katherine). I personally don't believe in such things, but I will admit there are some freaky places on campus.
For me, the scariest place is the administration building. It's a tall structure, I'd say between 75 and 100 feet high, and is about a century old. You can get to the top via a huge spiral staircase, and the internal walls are adorned with portraits of very serious-looking dead guys that stare out the windows. I can't put my finger on it, but something about that place creeps me out like nothing else, especially at night. Maybe it's the portraits of the dead guys.
Here's a frightening true story for you: I remember one time I was taking a late-night walk around campus with my girlfriend. I told her of my irrational fear of the administration building, which prompted her to drag me straight to it (I mean that literally - I don't like that building!). As soon as we got within ten feet of it, all the power on campus went out. I, of course, shrieked like a little girl and ran away. Carol could barely stand up from laughing so hard.
Ever since then, I can't help but feel like I'm being watched, like something is following me wherever I go, plotting to bring harm to me, or worse, my loved ones. Sometimes I hear voices late at night, or heavy breathing just outside my door. Wait, what's that? I think I just heard something now. What's that over there? Did you see that?! There is is again! Wait, no, not you! Somebody help! It's more horrible than I could have imagined!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!



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