The Ghost in My Room

I have always been fascinated by ghosts, as I am sure most everyone has. My mother grew up in a hauted house. She and my grandmother tell me stories of things that used to happen there. They would see people standing at the ends of their beds or see someone in the mirror. Once, when I was a child in that house, I saw a ghost. I don't remember it, but my mother and grandmother tell me that there was an old man in the house and I was found sitting in his lap. I suppose he just vanished then. I have always been fascinated with horror stories and ghost stories, but I was always skeptical. But only until just recently. This is my story. It is my true story.

I moved into the Art Dorms at TAMU-C several years ago. No one had told me that it was haunted. I lived there for a year never knowing that it was. For some reason, the ghost was only attracted to me. It would do things in front of other people, but only if I was in the room. I wasn't playing any pranks. How could I possibly do these things that I have described below? After events really started escalating, I decided that I would keep a detailed journal of all of the things that happened in my room and in my studio. Below are the complete recordings of that journal. Though the ghost did frighten me terribly on occasion, I now miss it.

-The first account happened when I first moved into the dorm but I thought nothing of it then. We were first issued our studios and when my studio mate and I went to try our keys and look the room over, I went to turn on the switch. The lights would not come on for me, only my roommate. Repeated attempts by both of us proved the same. Nothing for me, but they worked for her. Later that night or the next day, the lights would come on for me and have without problem ever since.

-A semester or so after that I was standing at my drafting table thinking of some materials I needed for a piece. My door was open across the room and I was alone. A voice (male or female, I could not discern) said my name, rather loudly, in my ear. Terrified, I ran down the hall and down the stairs. No one was there.

-Last October, my roommate and I had just put up our Halloween decorations. She was sitting on the floor watching television and I was on my bed doing something. Very suddenly, a Styrofoam skull decoration flew from the shelf from beside the telephone to the floor a good eight feet or more from both of us. Then the phone rang loudly for about six seconds nonstop. We both looked frightfully at one another. When I answered, no one was on the other line.

-Also, and I cannot remember when exactly this happened but I think that it was my second semester, I had come into my room. It was cold outside and I was wearing my old black button up sweater. I took it off when I came in and hung it in the closet and closed the door. I went into the bathroom for only a few seconds to get something and when I came back, the sweater had been removed from the closet and flung across the room between the bookcase and the wall. My roommate was on vacation at the time visiting her parents.

-Another time, I was lying in bed in the early morning. It was still dark outside. I was dreaming, but I am usually a light sleeper, so little noises wake me. As I was asleep, I felt something sort of jump up onto me, like a small dog or a cat or a person pushing down on my feet with their hands. I awoke instantly and felt the pressure for a moment and then it went away. I know that I had not dreamt it. I am absolutely certain that it was real. I had not even been dreaming of anything like that.

Wednesday September 6, 2000 pm

-My backpack was lifted off of the floor about three inches and thrown back down. It was about five feet away from me and sitting on the floor. I was at my computer typing. Pens went everywhere.

Tuesday September 12, 2000 8:15 pm

-I was sitting on the bed, reading, and saw a small, black cat-sized creature dart from under the desk toward me and then dash under the coffee table. There was nothing there when I got up the nerve to go over and check.

Tuesday September 12, 2000 10:45 pm

-Something touched the back of my neck while I was typing. I had the most horrible shivers down my spine, but I managed to tell it to go away.

Tuesday September 19, 2000 10:10pm

-Ghost pulled phone cord out of computer modem while back was turned.

Tuesday September 19, 2000 10:16pm

-Saw a black shape at head-level move across doorway quickly. No one in the hall.

Wednesday September 20, 2000 6:13pm

-I was sewing something in my room and I dropped the needle into my chair between my legs. I go up and when I went to pick it up out of the chair, something slid it out of the chair and onto the floor. When I reached to pick it up again, something slid it away from my hand a second time.

October 11, 2000 11:45 pm

-I felt a presence in the room and ran away downstairs. I was so frightened.

October 11, 2000 1:30 am

-Something was patting the blankets around my feet while I lay down to go to sleep. I was not asleep or even tired, so it wasn't a dream. I hid (I can't believe I'm an adult and I actually HID) under the covers and tried not to breathe. I was too terrified to look or to move. I made little terrified crying sounds. It was so awful. Eventually, I don't know how, I fell asleep.

November 16, 2000 12:35 am

-My light was on in my studio next door, but I had not left it on or gone in the room. No one else has a key to it but myself and it was locked from the inside.

November 27, 2000 not sure what time. Around 2:00 am

-I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt, but DID NOT HEAR something walk up to the end of the bed. I kept my eyes closed and tried to wish it away. This was the most terrifying and forceful it has ever felt. I do not doubt that there was something there. It walked around the side of the bed to my right side and stayed there a moment, then walked back to the foot of the bed and stood there a minute or two. Then the feeling went away. I never opened my eyes. I was too afraid. ______________

I have done extensive research in the Commerce library on what might have happened in that dorm or who the ghost might be. I don't know if these writings have anything to do with the phenomena, but there were things scrawled in red and purple marker on the closet door and bed in my room. On the inside of the closet door was written: "To whomever reads this: Take good care of this room for me b/c I cannot live in it anymore." Underneath my bed, written in purple were the words: "Room, I love this place. I wish that I could stay here for all of my days." Both messages were signed by the same girl. THE END: There is a sad ending to this story. I recently moved out of the dorms because I had to take two transfer classes in Dallas. I had intended to move right back, but I later learned that the dorms will be closed after this semester and will be torn down to make a parking lot. I fear that I will never see my ghost again.