I asked the police if they would keep me updated on the
investigation (I had intended to sound like I was interested because of my
connection with Nessa. I’m not sure if it worked). I was assured that they
would give me all the information they could. Still, nothing new has come up.
So, I decided that I would tell you guys a story. Here’s one
of the many ghost stories rooted on this campus. If you don’t like walls of
text, or if you don’t care, feel free to skip this.
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The first rule of this campus is to never enter the supply
closet next to Professor Blakemore’s office. Do not open the door. Do your best
to not even look at it. This is the first thing you learn when you step on
campus. And when you ask why (which you will), you hear this story:
Mary was a freshman that came to the college a couple years
ago. She wanted desperately to fit in, so she got into the habit of taking bets
from other freshmen and upperclassmen.
Of course, this made her popular fairly quickly. Her name
became known across campus as the girl who would do anything you asked, as long
as it drew a crowd.
The inevitable bet was made. The news spread as fast as all
gossip does. By the end of the day, everyone knew that Mary would be entering
the supply closet. Even the staff heard of it. Those who had been with the
university the longest shook their heads and moved on, but said nothing. The
students were all curious. A date was set, arrangements were made, and there
would be a huge gathering. Mary was incredibly pleased.
The door of the supply closet is different from the rest of
the doors on the hall. The paint is flaking off, and it is still made of plain
wood while the rest were “upgraded” to metal in the 90s. The explanation was
that the renovators had avoided that room like the plague, just like nearly everyone else on campus.
Most of the student body was gathered before the door on the
appointed day. Mary waited until a few minutes after the scheduled time to make
a dramatic appearance. She was greeted with murmurs of apprehension. She had
expected more excitement, but she took it in stride and headed straight for the
door.
She probably made some sort of speech, but no one remembered
it. It was blown out of their memories by the opening of the door.
Accounts vary on what was in the door. Some saw a supply
closet, some saw blackness, some saw indescribable evil.
The one thing that everyone agreed on was that Mary never
came out of that room.
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I don’t really care much for ghost stories. They’re always melodramatic and exaggerated. The thing about the door is true though. It doesn’t
match the rest of the hallway, and most people refuse to look at it.
It’s something interesting to ponder, anyway.
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