Clark st Stories When we got to the Boiler House everything was working just as it should. We separated and went around singularly to all of the buildings to check the vents, but they all were open with cold air blowing through. Then we thought that maybe something had happened in the heating tunnels under the college, maybe a cavein or something. All five of us went to the Boiler House and entered the tunnels with our flashlights. When we opened the door to the tunnel a gust of warm air hit us, at least the sections under the Boiler House [were] working, so we entered. In the tunnel there were pipes, wires, and brick, and a noticeable warm wind blowing through on past us into the darkness down the tunnel. The tunnel system stretched out between all of the buildings and connected like a spider’s web. While we were in the tunnel getting organized, we suddenly heard the sound of crumbling bricks, dirt hitting the floor, coughing and a picking sound emanating from the tunnel that went to Hatheway. Our first reaction was that somebody was down there tearing out the tunnel, maybe a bunch of kids, cause the top of the tunnel was only four feet from the surface. So, we turned off our lights and started sneaking down the tunnel thinking that maybe we could scare whoever it was. As we made our way feeling along the cool wet cement brick
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walls the sounds became slightly louder. Then suddenly they stopped all together, total silence. We figured that we were only ten feet away when the sound stopped so we tapped each other and quickly turned on our lights. When the lights came on there was nothing there, right then the sounds came back, but this time they were farther down the tunnel. We then thought that whoever it was we evidently had them on the run, but why didn’t they leave the tunnel? We turned off our lights and sneaked on ahead, when we got to where we thought that we were close to the sounds they stopped, so we turned on our lights, but nothing was there. We were starting to get fed up with this joke, so this time we walked straight down to Hatheway and still found nothing. Then we heard the sounds again behind us at the other end of the tunnel where we had come from. We then walked straight to the Boiler House with lights on, this time nobody was going to get past us. The sounds were coming from the middle of the tunnel just as in the beginning. When we got to the middle of the tunnel the sight that we saw puzzled us more [than] it scared us. There in the midair in the top of the tunnel were pieces of brick and dirt falling into a pile, but there was no pick to make it fall. There were only the sounds of coughing, dirt hitting the floor, and the pick hitting
the roof. Suddenly all of our lights went out and wouldn’t come back on, then everything went silent as we noticed something happen. Out of the pitch-black darkness there was total silence for [what] seemed forever. Then a pinpoint of light appeared on the floor and grew bigger and bigger, until it formed into a young girl in a night gown. She was standing on a brick and using a rock to pick away at the roof of the tunnel, there were no sounds coming from anything. We stood there and stared at this white-blue glowing ghost for an eternity until there came another figure walking up the tunnel behind us. We could only see it through the corners of our eyes because we were too scared to turn around. One by one we felt this icy coldness [envelop] us as it passed through our bodies and walked to the girl. The second ghost was the shape of an old lady, standing tall heading straight for the girl. The lady attacked the girl and strangled her. The sight was horrendous to look at, we were witnessing a murder. The ghosts didn’t even notice us, while they performed their grisly task. After the old lady killed the girl the two ghosts vanished. Then for a few seconds the sound came back and echoed throughout the tunnel twelve times like a giant bell in an ancient church. I looked at my watch, it was one minute past midnight, Halloween.”
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