Stranger Things
When I first moved to college, I was assigned to one of the oldest dorms on campus. They were these massive towers that held a lot of students, and I got assigned to the 8th floor, all the way at the top. I had four roommates, and since the dorm was so old, it was relatively small.
We had one bedroom for all of us, one living room, and one bathroom. When I moved in, I remember thinking, “something is a little off about this room”. I’m a skeptic that really believes there’s a rational explanation for everything, but that dorm had some really scary stuff going on.
Around the spring semester, things started to get really out of hand. I had a moving trunk with a padlock on it that we used for a living room table. It was primarily used to hide our drinks, but it served its purpose as a table well enough. One night, I woke up to a scraping sound in our living area.
I went to check it out because I had to use the bathroom anyway, and the padlock was swinging back and forth on the truck, making the scraping noise. I thought it might have been one of my roommates at first. Trouble was, they were all fast asleep in the room I had just left.
I chalked it up to my imagination. Then, a couple of weeks passed, and the door started to lock itself behind us. The doors didn’t have a mechanism to lock automatically as some doors did. Our RAs always stressed that we should always lock the door behind us when we leave.
There were days when I would be talking to our friends across the hall and turn around to go back into our dorm, and the door would be locked. It wasn’t a bolted locking, but rather like somebody was holding the handle. My roommates weren’t there, or they would be with me on the other side of the door.
Then even stranger stuff started happening. We had a window on the other side of the room from our front door. It was the middle of winter, so we kept it shut tight and locked, and we kept the curtain shut.
My roommate and I were talking by the front door, getting ready to go eat, when the curtain opened up by itself. It hung there for a second and got forcefully torn off the bar it was on. It was as if somebody forcefully ripped it off, and neither of us was near it.
We both looked at each other and left in a hurry because we couldn’t explain it whatsoever. The scraping padlock—which happened all throughout the semester—somebody “holding” the handle of our front door, and the curtain all convinced me that something was up in that dorm.
I have many other stories from when I was a security guard watching over a haunted victorian style house, but the dorm took the cake. Story credit: Reddit / Chapps