Now I have never been one to jump to irrational conclusions (the whole thing about Suwda being a werewolf was mostly a joke for those of you who didn't know), but Mariah and I are pretty sure our dorm is haunted. For realzies.
For months now I've listened to children laugh and run around above my head at night and wondered who the hell is keeping kids in their dorm upstairs and doesn't give them a reasonable bedtime. I never thought much of it until today. As I was racing to the bathroom to pee I happened to glance at the white board where we residents are supposed to write down our concerns and saw that someone had written:
"Do we have a fourth floor? Does anyone else hear them or am I crazy?"
Then it hit me: there is no fourth floor. And I started to remember some strange things that have happened over this year, like a few months ago when the girl next door (in the room I originally thought the noises were coming from) knocked on our door and bashfully inquired as to if I'd been hearing anything strange coming from the ceiling. And I recalled how Suwda would always have people over and the TV on when I was gone because she was so terrified to sleep alone in here, and now days Mariah does the same thing.
Mariah watched bits of A Haunting on the Discovery Channel between naps and seems to think we ought to leave crayons and baby powder out near my desk in hopes that the ghost might be lured by some irresistible paranormal urge to color and will in the process disrupt the baby powder.
I think we just need one of these things:
A Victorian ghost catcher.
xoxo Hannah
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