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Lewis and Clark’s ghost stories are nothing new. We found this spine-tingling tale in our archives. Turn out the lights, put on some spooky music and celebrate Halloween early with this eerie tale from the October, 1990 issue of The Bridge Express.
The Unknown Ghost By John Keagy, October 1990
Typically, as every year around Halloween time, all of the old Jason or Freddy movies come out. We either rent and watch them or see them on TV. Halloween is not a time for mass murders who can’t be killed, it is a time for ghosts and spirits to roam the earth. Now all of you have heard about Harriet Haskell and the other ghosts that haunt this school, but nobody except for a few people know about the ghost that haunts the underground. Now I, as the writer of this story, could make this a really gory story, but that is not my style. My style is to scare, and I will try to do that as best I can within the acceptable limits of decent writing. Now I was told this story by an old janitor that used to work for the college when it was still a girl’s school and he told me a spine-tingling story that only he and a few other janitors knew about. “It was a dark and stormy night, that night which was the night before Halloween. The wind blew curling and gripping like an icy fist, it wasn’t winter or summer, but distinctly an October fall wind. The type where you can smell the harvest and a touch of
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coolness or warmth, it will never be known which, but when it hits, you become aware of things that weren’t there before. A sort of Animalistic feeling comes over you that livens your sense. You notice the moon is full, considering it was two weeks ago, but you don’t care. What happened that night up until Halloween had never happened before or since. The time was around seven o’ clock, some of the girls were studying, walking around the campus or in their dorms. That night it got pretty cold, there were complaints from the third and fourth floors of Caldwell and Baldwin that there was no heat. That was only the start of the troubles, soon the first-floor halls were ice cold, but the rooms were warm. Immediately we were sent to investigate, so the five of us went to the Boiler House. When we stepped outside, the temperature was warmer than inside the buildings, so we walked over to the Boiler House kicking fallen leaves out of our way. The wind was slightly blowing, not strong enough to move the piles of leaves on the ground, but enough to stir up the smell of fall.
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