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Vol. 9, Issue 10
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10/24/13 - 10/31/13
The Hippie Ghosts of Williams Hall
BY: MSU Staff The year was 1964, exactly (almost) half a century ago this week, when the infamous October “incident” involving Michigan State juniors Marie Brown and Robert Goolsbee occurred. Marie worked in dorms—West Circle to be exact, said to be the most haunted living facilities on campus. The story goes… Marie was scheduled to work a double, the most boring of all dorm shifts, until 2 a.m. Robert had psychology class in the evenings, and that day he scored some experimental LSD (from his professor, who said he’d give extra credit if Robbie took it and recorded its impact on his brain). Once he was spacing out in the basement of Williams Hall with his flower-child-starlover, he decided he should do a little “homework”. “Hey, Marie… pass that,” he said. “Oh sorry, cucumber,” she replied. “So babe, my professor gave me these little pieces of paper with something called DLS on them,” Robbie explained. “Sounds righteous.” “Or maybe it was LDS. Three letters that mean something scientific. And that scientific thing is soaked into the papers.” “So are we gonna eat them?” she asked as she puffed her joint of disgusting, brown and leafy 1960’s weed. “Yeah, I think so, it would be fascist not to, right?” he said. “But first, get that record
player and play some Dylan. I don’t want to reek of the establishment.” The two young lovers laid across the floor of the Student Lounge, playing with one another’s hair and writing shitty folk music for hours. As the LSD started to kick in, they began saying things like, “I can feel life.” “I want to taste your heritage,” and “Lay it on me, gypsy swan charmer!” After several hours, Marie’s supervisor walked in and asked why the room smelled like smoke. She replied, “We made popcorn with our thoughts,” as she grabbed Robert’s hand and walked out. Just then, something terrible happened. The potency of the LSD reached its peak, and Robert and Marie both did something very illogical. Enthralled in the passion of young love, plus a few hits of super-dope acid, they ran to the roof of Williams Hall, although to them it felt like climbing a candy staircase to enlightenment. They looked into each other’s eyes and said the same thing simultaneously: “We can fly! Love will carry us!” Of course, this was 1964 so everyone was either too busy being racist or questioning existence to notice the two of them on the roof. They kissed, embraced, and plummeted to their death directly above the Student Lounge in Williams Hall. Now, nearly 50 years later, students hear the ghosts of these young lovers. According to students, the ghosts aren’t elusive at all, and can be somewhat annoying.
“Yeah, I got in huge trouble because my bong just randomly sparked itself last week,” said Bryan C. a freshman living in Williams. “I was like, ‘not cool, Robbie’.” “I woke up yesterday with a colorful woven bracelet tied around my wrist. There was a dead dandelion on my pillow. I know I wasn’t that drunk last night,” said Haley, a Lyman Briggs student. The testimonies continue from current
dorm staff members. “I’ll randomly hear two people banging in the Student Lounge, then go to check, and it’s those damn hippie ghosts. Banging. At first I was shocked but now I’m just like ‘ew ghost sex’,” said Cody, a facilities worker in West Circle. “They leave this fluorescent goo that stains like a motherfucker. It’s disgusting.” The recent occurrence of Robbie and Marie remind Spartans students several things: falling in love can get you killed, always
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do acid with an experienced partner, and don’t trust ghosts with your weed. If you find yourself venturing the halls of Williams and you happen to hear some vintage Dylan playing, it’s either that weirdly isolated kid down the hall or the ghost of Robbie and Marie. Who knows, they might walk out right in front of you and ask to bum a cigarette. Or worse, they might want to take a trip with you. (cue maniacal laughter)