Stirred, not shaken...

so, I have taken upon the job of managing to freak myself out over the past two days...particularly in regards to a certain shrouded history of the university and present hauntings. Ever since I was younger, I tended to have an interest in ghosts...and even now it sort of draws my curiosity.

Tonight, a rainy and cool October eve, brought me into the office to do some work, but it turns out that I need some books from the 3rd floor stacks. After reading about the above stories, naturally I am a bit more cautious to head into the stacks...but I went. I went to find the books and suddenly I just had the urge to get out of there, so off I went in long strides, passing the rows and rows of dimly lit aisles. Out of my left eye, I catch the sight of someone on the ground and (naturally) I let out a quiet but high pitched shriek and increase my walking tempo (somewhere between speed walking and cross country speed walking). Upon calming myself down a bit, I bring myself back to the reality that it was just some diligent student looking for their own books. I turn around, only to find him peering out from the bottom of one of the shelves with an expression of "You stupid spazz, what the hell are you doing?!"

I am back in the office now to bask in my flight response. However, my super stealthy research abilities have given way to reading into all sorts of articles about hautings here on campus...even a so-called "Ghost Walk" which existed on the site of our present office building. The walk was so named after a student froze to death while braving a wooded path here during a blizzard in the 1860s...yikers...