Haunted College Campus/u/TrainPsychological37

The Paranormal | January 29, 2023

Haunted College Campus/u/TrainPsychological37

One of the most standout experiences that I have ever had was when a close friend of mine committed suicide when I was in college. For a while afterwards, I would be walking around campus and feel his energy but when I went home for the summer, I didn’t feel him around, at least not until I went back the following winter to university.

I had been working on a project with a couple of friends for our student organization, when I suddenly had the urge to look up my friend’s gravestone on his memorial page (as I was considering getting a tattoo in memory of him and it included a rose).

When I found a picture of his headstone, the rose that I was considering getting done was EXACTLY like the one on his headstone. Now, a couple weeks later, I had reached out to one of my friends that was with me the night I had found my friends headstone in order to get some guidance in how to work with feeling my friend’s spirit in my room and following me a LOT more than I had felt previously.

She had come over that weekend for coffee and advised me that my friend was trying to cross over, but had some unfinished business to take care of before he did so. My friend had some messages to send to his mother and girlfriend, which my friend who came for coffee and I relayed for him. Once this was done, I almost immediately felt a huge difference in the room.

The second part of this was not long after this happened, another one of my friends who was working on stuff with me initially had asked me to go the science building with her so that she could get some of her research done. She shared with me that there were a couple of new cadavers that had come in and she was more than willing to let me look at them. At that moment, I was hooked. So, we had gone up and I started looking at the first cadaver (as there was only one that had come in up to this point and the other one was on its way).

Now, as I was looking at this cadaver, I had managed to pick up his hand and as I was looking at it, I had accidentally dropped his hand. Instantly, my stomach sank, however, all I heard was a chuckle like you would hear if an elderly gentleman had chuckled (like a grandfatherly figure). I asked my friend, we’ll call her Sadie, if she had heard anything and she said no. After that, we continued our business and creating small talk. We finished up what we were doing and then I put the cadaver back (spraying him down and whatnot). Sadie and I went home for the night and all was good.

A couple weeks later, Sadie let me know that the other cadaver had come in and asked me if I wanted to go with her again to the science building. Based on my previous experience, I agreed because I figured it would be another awesome opportunity. This time, though didn’t go as well. As I was going through the process of observing this cadaver and had picked up his hand to look at it, and dropped it. This is where things got worse. I felt a super negative energy immediately and knew it wasn’t going to be good. It felt like this gentleman was genuinely upset with me that I had disrespected HIS body.

I quickly sprayed down the body and put it away. I told Sadie that we needed to go ASAP cause I had a pit in my stomach that was telling me to leave and quickly. Unfortunately, Sadie still had to finish up what she was doing and it took about another 30-45 minutes for her to finish.

She eventually finished, got her things away and then as she went to get her coat and backpack, all of energy completely drained from her body. She then understood why I was so adamant as to why I kept saying that we needed to leave.

So, we quickly shut all of the lights off, locked the doors of the lab, and left the building. On our way home, Sadie shared with me that she had never seen me move so fast as I did when I put the cadaver away. Hands down one of the most terrifying experiences I’ve ever had in my life.

The last experience that I wanted to share with you was from my first year at university during freshman orientation. My roommate and had just moved in and had been making friends pretty quickly. A couple of our friends had friends that they had knew as family friends and we all ended up sitting in the hallway outside our room.

Come to find out, the building that my roommate and I were living had several spirits in it as it was the oldest residence hall on campus (that’s still standing, second oldest building next to the admissions building, which was pretty much right next door).

When my university was first opened, it was an all women’s school to train them to be teachers. This was before WWI that the school was opened-1891. Now come WWII, there was a student attending by the name of Florence and she had been courted by a young man in her hometown. When she left for school, he had been sent off to war and their communication had began dwindle.

Significantly. It had slowed down so much that she had gone several weeks without hearing from him and she had started getting relatively depressed about it. She ended up hanging herself from one of the rafters in the fourth floor ceiling. Eventually her beau had come home from the war and had heard of Florence’s passing and it brought his spirits down significantly. He ended up going to their hometown and taking his own life as well.

Now coming back to 2003, the building had been remodeled and the fourth floor was no longer a sunroom but split into two separate wings-one for women, and one for men (as by this time the building had become coed and the entire school had expanded to also include several other coed residence halls). Florence’s room had been on the fourth floor, at the top of the stairs that were right next to where my room was.

Coming back to my freshman orientation, my roommate, our friends and I were hanging out in the hallway outside of our room and the idea of doing an ouija board in our room came up. We ended up doing it and it was definitely a whirlwind. We had made contact with a spirit-never got a name, however, after we closed the connection, my roommate refused to sleep in our room that night and stayed with our friends. I had the opportunity to stay with them but I stayed in our room instead.

Eventually everyone went to bed and I fell asleep relatively quickly. At about 230 in the morning, I was woken up by a loud CRACK that sounded like a tree branch snapping right by the head of my bed. I sat right up and started looking around the room. As soon as I looked at my roommates message board, it slid right down the wall and landed on her desk. It was on the wall right next to the door, on the opposite side of the room. I texted my roommate right away and told her what happened. Never again have I touched an ouija board.

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[link] [comments]One of the most standout experiences that I have ever had was when a close friend of mine committed suicide when I was in college. For a while afterwards, I would be walking around campus and feel his energy but when I went home for the summer, I didn’t feel him around, at least not until I went back the following winter to university. I had been working on a project with a couple of friends for our student organization, when I suddenly had the urge to look up my friend’s gravestone on his memorial page (as I was considering getting a tattoo in memory of him and it included a rose). When I found a picture of his headstone, the rose that I was considering getting done was EXACTLY like the one on his headstone. Now, a couple weeks later, I had reached out to one of my friends that was with me the night I had found my friends headstone in order to get some guidance in how to work with feeling my friend’s spirit in my room and following me a LOT more than I had felt previously. She had come over that weekend for coffee and advised me that my friend was trying to cross over, but had some unfinished business to take care of before he did so. My friend had some messages to send to his mother and girlfriend, which my friend who came for coffee and I relayed for him. Once this was done, I almost immediately felt a huge difference in the room. The second part of this was not long after this happened, another one of my friends who was working on stuff with me initially had asked me to go the science building with her so that she could get some of her research done. She shared with me that there were a couple of new cadavers that had come in and she was more than willing to let me look at them. At that moment, I was hooked. So, we had gone up and I started looking at the first cadaver (as there was only one that had come in up to this point and the other one was on its way). Now, as I was looking at this cadaver, I had managed to pick up his hand and as I was looking at it, I had accidentally dropped his hand. Instantly, my stomach sank, however, all I heard was a chuckle like you would hear if an elderly gentleman had chuckled (like a grandfatherly figure). I asked my friend, we’ll call her Sadie, if she had heard anything and she said no. After that, we continued our business and creating small talk. We finished up what we were doing and then I put the cadaver back (spraying him down and whatnot). Sadie and I went home for the night and all was good. A couple weeks later, Sadie let me know that the other cadaver had come in and asked me if I wanted to go with her again to the science building. Based on my previous experience, I agreed because I figured it would be another awesome opportunity. This time, though didn’t go as well. As I was going through the process of observing this cadaver and had picked up his hand to look at it, and dropped it. This is where things got worse. I felt a super negative energy immediately and knew it wasn’t going to be good. It felt like this gentleman was genuinely upset with me that I had disrespected HIS body. I quickly sprayed down the body and put it away. I told Sadie that we needed to go ASAP cause I had a pit in my stomach that was telling me to leave and quickly. Unfortunately, Sadie still had to finish up what she was doing and it took about another 30-45 minutes for her to finish. She eventually finished, got her things away and then as she went to get her coat and backpack, all of energy completely drained from her body. She then understood why I was so adamant as to why I kept saying that we needed to leave. So, we quickly shut all of the lights off, locked the doors of the lab, and left the building. On our way home, Sadie shared with me that she had never seen me move so fast as I did when I put the cadaver away. Hands down one of the most terrifying experiences I’ve ever had in my life. The last experience that I wanted to share with you was from my first year at university during freshman orientation. My roommate and had just moved in and had been making friends pretty quickly. A couple of our friends had friends that they had knew as family friends and we all ended up sitting in the hallway outside our room. Come to find out, the building that my roommate and I were living had several spirits in it as it was the oldest residence hall on campus (that’s still standing, second oldest building next to the admissions building, which was pretty much right next door). When my university was first opened, it was an all women’s school to train them to be teachers. This was before WWI that the school was opened-1891. Now come WWII, there was a student attending by the name of Florence and she had been courted by a young man in her hometown. When she left for school, he had been sent off to war and their communication had began dwindle. Significantly. It had slowed down so much that she had gone several weeks without hearing from him and she had started getting relatively depressed about it. She ended up hanging herself from one of the rafters in the fourth floor ceiling. Eventually her beau had come home from the war and had heard of Florence’s passing and it brought his spirits down significantly. He ended up going to their hometown and taking his own life as well. Now coming back to 2003, the building had been remodeled and the fourth floor was no longer a sunroom but split into two separate wings-one for women, and one for men (as by this time the building had become coed and the entire school had expanded to also include several other coed residence halls). Florence’s room had been on the fourth floor, at the top of the stairs that were right next to where my room was. Coming back to my freshman orientation, my roommate, our friends and I were hanging out in the hallway outside of our room and the idea of doing an ouija board in our room came up. We ended up doing it and it was definitely a whirlwind. We had made contact with a spirit-never got a name, however, after we closed the connection, my roommate refused to sleep in our room that night and stayed with our friends. I had the opportunity to stay with them but I stayed in our room instead. Eventually everyone went to bed and I fell asleep relatively quickly. At about 230 in the morning, I was woken up by a loud CRACK that sounded like a tree branch snapping right by the head of my bed. I sat right up and started looking around the room. As soon as I looked at my roommates message board, it slid right down the wall and landed on her desk. It was on the wall right next to the door, on the opposite side of the room. I texted my roommate right away and told her what happened. Never again have I touched an ouija board. submitted by /u/TrainPsychological37 [link] [comments]

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