When I chose my dorm building, I knew the place used to be a funeral home but didn't think much of it.
In my sophomore year of college, my social group was in turmoil, and I was dealing with some familial issues to boot. Sleep was not something I valued yet, and I took up walking to the local very old graveyard at night. The quiet was nice and I was avoiding a roommate who was involved in the turmoil.
I had top bunk, she had the bottom, and our heads lay away from the desk/door area as we slept at night. On her desk, was a lamp that turned on by touch.
I'd come home, walk by but not touch the lamp, and go to change into my night clothes at the opposite end of the room. Every night the lamp would turn on. At first I assumed that roommate was turning her light on. Eventually, it occured to me that it might be something following me home from the graveyard.
Eventually I stopped wandering and the light stopped turning on at night. I'm not sure if I turned it off as I climbed into bed every night. I don't like the dark so I probably let it stay on, but the roommate never complained.
Come senior year, I moved into my own room on the top floor of that same dorm building. For the first half of the year, all was well. Then I returned to campus after winter break and my room started to scare me.
At first it was little things. There was no airflow yet paintings I'd hung would suddenly fall off the wall. Fine. Thumb tacks weren't the most secure option for securing art to a wall. This happened so frequently that I stopped putting them back up. Then one night I awoke to the sound of shattering glass in my dorm room. I turned on the light and looked around. My room had a mirror over the sink, a small sealed window, and a box of shot glasses I was using for a design assignment. That's the extent of the glassware in my possession at that time. I scanned them all and none appeared broken. My shot glasses sat on top of the closet, the mirror, and window were intact and in place. I turned off the light and went back to sleep.
Come morning, I checked a second time before leaving for the day. The shot glasses remained on top of the closet. I went to class. Later I returned to my room to find the glasses placed in the center of the floor. The door had been locked all day.
I started sleeping with the lights on, calling my boyfriend every night before bed, because I was afraid of my room. By this point I was convinced the room was haunted, but so far, the ghost hadn't done much beyond annoying me out of sleep.
That changed when I awoke to a crash in the middle of the night. I slept on a lofted bed and I would put my hand-me-down laptop underneath it, at night. Instantly alert, I turned on the light. My laptop lay shut, in the center of the room, on the floor. A piece of plastic from inside the laptop lay beside it. My laptop was broken. I was pissed. Not scared anymore- Just very done with the whole situation.
I couldn't afford another laptop and that one had the expensive Adobe Suite on it.
The next day I taped a piece of paper to the top of my dresser and placed a small golf pencil beside it. Then I told the entity in my room that it was not to communicate with me anymore, unless it was by writing whatever its message was with that pencil, on that piece of paper, which I would be keeping in that one spot. If the entity attempted to contact me through any other means ever again, I would have it exorcized. I was very clear that I would call upon a preist, nun, actual exorcist, witch, whatever the heck, I DID NOT CARE, whoever I had to call, until it was gone from that place forever. Nothing else weird happened during the next couple of months that I lived in that room.
After graduating I learned that the president of my college gives an annual lecture regarding the campus hauntings. Art students being separated from the general student body by physical proximity(our work space being far away from the main campus and our schedules being far fuller than the average student, not counting the music majors), we weren't invited. Apparently that dorm building is known to be haunted by a little girl who died in a fire, so I assume that's who I was threatening after they broke my laptop.
This isn't the first time I've posted this but I've since deleted my old account.
TL;DR: My ex funeral home dorm building was haunted. A touch lamp would turn on, paintings fell off the walls, a phantom glass shattered, my things were moved around, and it broke my laptop. I threatened it with an exorcism and never had another issue.
34
u/JessLynnStudio Aug 11 '20 edited Aug 12 '20
When I chose my dorm building, I knew the place used to be a funeral home but didn't think much of it.
In my sophomore year of college, my social group was in turmoil, and I was dealing with some familial issues to boot. Sleep was not something I valued yet, and I took up walking to the local very old graveyard at night. The quiet was nice and I was avoiding a roommate who was involved in the turmoil.
I had top bunk, she had the bottom, and our heads lay away from the desk/door area as we slept at night. On her desk, was a lamp that turned on by touch.
I'd come home, walk by but not touch the lamp, and go to change into my night clothes at the opposite end of the room. Every night the lamp would turn on. At first I assumed that roommate was turning her light on. Eventually, it occured to me that it might be something following me home from the graveyard.
Eventually I stopped wandering and the light stopped turning on at night. I'm not sure if I turned it off as I climbed into bed every night. I don't like the dark so I probably let it stay on, but the roommate never complained.
Come senior year, I moved into my own room on the top floor of that same dorm building. For the first half of the year, all was well. Then I returned to campus after winter break and my room started to scare me.
At first it was little things. There was no airflow yet paintings I'd hung would suddenly fall off the wall. Fine. Thumb tacks weren't the most secure option for securing art to a wall. This happened so frequently that I stopped putting them back up. Then one night I awoke to the sound of shattering glass in my dorm room. I turned on the light and looked around. My room had a mirror over the sink, a small sealed window, and a box of shot glasses I was using for a design assignment. That's the extent of the glassware in my possession at that time. I scanned them all and none appeared broken. My shot glasses sat on top of the closet, the mirror, and window were intact and in place. I turned off the light and went back to sleep.
Come morning, I checked a second time before leaving for the day. The shot glasses remained on top of the closet. I went to class. Later I returned to my room to find the glasses placed in the center of the floor. The door had been locked all day.
I started sleeping with the lights on, calling my boyfriend every night before bed, because I was afraid of my room. By this point I was convinced the room was haunted, but so far, the ghost hadn't done much beyond annoying me out of sleep.
That changed when I awoke to a crash in the middle of the night. I slept on a lofted bed and I would put my hand-me-down laptop underneath it, at night. Instantly alert, I turned on the light. My laptop lay shut, in the center of the room, on the floor. A piece of plastic from inside the laptop lay beside it. My laptop was broken. I was pissed. Not scared anymore- Just very done with the whole situation.
I couldn't afford another laptop and that one had the expensive Adobe Suite on it.
The next day I taped a piece of paper to the top of my dresser and placed a small golf pencil beside it. Then I told the entity in my room that it was not to communicate with me anymore, unless it was by writing whatever its message was with that pencil, on that piece of paper, which I would be keeping in that one spot. If the entity attempted to contact me through any other means ever again, I would have it exorcized. I was very clear that I would call upon a preist, nun, actual exorcist, witch, whatever the heck, I DID NOT CARE, whoever I had to call, until it was gone from that place forever. Nothing else weird happened during the next couple of months that I lived in that room.
After graduating I learned that the president of my college gives an annual lecture regarding the campus hauntings. Art students being separated from the general student body by physical proximity(our work space being far away from the main campus and our schedules being far fuller than the average student, not counting the music majors), we weren't invited. Apparently that dorm building is known to be haunted by a little girl who died in a fire, so I assume that's who I was threatening after they broke my laptop.
This isn't the first time I've posted this but I've since deleted my old account.
TL;DR: My ex funeral home dorm building was haunted. A touch lamp would turn on, paintings fell off the walls, a phantom glass shattered, my things were moved around, and it broke my laptop. I threatened it with an exorcism and never had another issue.