Christine's Ghost Story: Living with Timmy
- Christine
- Oct 21, 2015
- 3 min read
My sophomore year of college I had my first real encounter with a ghost. I had always heard my university was haunted, and how can it not be when we are surrounded by cemeteries on three sides and the 90 year old campus has had such an interesting history? Last year, I lived in a residence hall that is less than a decade old, but is attached to a residence hall that is much, much older. Alumnae Hall has been around for quite a while, and the basement of this building was actually used as an emergency hospital in the 1970’s when the area experienced an incredibly bad flood. Of course, not everyone survived and it left a supernatural mark on the building. I can only imagine that when the new residence hall was built and attached to Alumnae that the lingering spirits were not too happy, or many some of them were, because it gave them a larger playground.
Timmy is the spirit of a little boy who haunted my room, along with other rooms on my floor, and the entirety of Alumnae Hall. I had my first encounter with Timmy three days in the semester when he decided to make himself known to me in the middle of the night. Having always been a skeptic, as well as a giant baby, I slept with the lights on for days after I heard the pattering of feet across my floor, stopping right next to my bed, in the middle of the night.
Throughout the year, Timmy made himself known. I still cannot decide whether or not he liked my roommate, because it was her stuff that he tampered with the most. He’d knock her things off the walls, knock things off of her shelves, and even put her stuff in the room connected to ours (we lived in a double room that was connected to another double room by a bathroom). Timmy went so far as to nearly concuss one of our suite mates. We were all watching TV one night, when all of a sudden, my roommates old-fashioned alarm clock just flew off the front of her shelf. Now I know what you’re thinking. Someone bumped the dresser! Wrong. We were all completely still, enjoying some Gossip Girl. Also, had someone bumped the shelf, the clock would have fallen off the back of the shelf, not the front.
Another fun encounter with Timmy happened when all three of my suite-mates were home for the weekend. I was sitting in my room, alone, coloring and listening to music, when all of a sudden, a few things on the other side of my room fell. Now, no one was there to bump them, and no one was walking around. Timmy was at it again.
After living in a haunted room for two semesters, I got used to Timmy. He wasn’t so bad. He really was just mischievous, and a lot less frightening than I always thought ghosts would be. I also realized that ghosts don’t only come out at night. In fact, a lot of our Timmy experiences happened during the day. Even knowing that, there are still places on campus I don’t like to go at night.
So that’s my ghost story. What’s yours?
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