gHoSts

Last night was the Neihardt Ghost Tour, something I'd long anticipated. Apparently, it's only to scare freshmen, and they won't tell you the stories unless you go on the tour...so we went. However, Ellen and I had previously looked up Neihardt stories on the Google, and what we found was actually extremely similar to a couple of the stories they told us on the tour. I was pretty legitimately creeped out. I'm gonna put up photographs from Raymond 3 (the floor I live on), and tell a short version of the stories that go with them.

The Lounge

Yep, that's the Raymond 3 lounge. I suppose it looks harmless enough, but you never can tell (oooh, George Bernard Shaw pun for me!). Note the Dr. Seuss mural on the wall, along with the fun posters of 2009 Nebraska football on the adjacent one. Apparently, though, things in this room were not always so happy. Sara, a student in 1918, lived in Room 314 (that's three rooms down from mine), and fell ill during the flu epidemic. Every day, she would ask the nurses to open the windows to let the light in, and every night they would return to shut them. Open, shut, open shut. Sara died. For decades afterward, students would report hearing noises. Open, shut, open shut. Finally, one day nearly 30 years ago, a maintenance man entered Sara's room, commanding her to stop opening and shutting the windows. The noises stopped, and to this day, no one has since heard the windows open and close. However, as no one wanted to sleep in the girl's room, Room 314 was made into the Raymond 3 Lounge. Come visit!

The Creepy Doll

There's not a whole lot to this story, except that some girl who lived (again) on Raymond 3 had a doll that she left out in the hallway one night. She heard a scratching at the door, opened it, and found the doll staring up at her with glowing orange eyes. Her boyfriend saw it, too, and so did several other people on different occasions. They threw the doll down the trash chute, and students complained of scratching in the walls long after.

Well, there are the stories of my haunted floor. Just be glad you're not the one having to sleep here!

Seriously.