My daughter got back from show choir camp yesterday after being gone a week. She was tired and hungry and needed to see her boyfriend. I suspected as much, and since I am the coolest mother ever, I allowed it. I just wanted to hear a few highlights about camp before I let her move on.
She told me about a few new friends; Alana who arrived late because of a pageant she was in, “Bethany” who cursed too much, the long hours of dance ensemble practice and some interesting things about the dorm. Shared shower areas were no fun, but she managed, no air conditioning either, but it was Ohio warm, not Mississippi hot. Honestly, her story was pretty dull until she dropped the bomb right as she was leaving.
Oh, and the place that I lived in-my dorm, France Hall? It’s totally haunted. Bye!
She proceeded to tell me “really quick because she had to be somewhere” that the residence hall where she lived for six days, five nights was completely haunted.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
You see, my daughter is what some may call, a “scaredy-cat.” Seriously, she can’t walk through a dark house without stressing herself out. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t change dorms. I was surprised she didn’t call me, text me and demand a reassignment. She had to be joking! No way this was true.
No Mom! The place is legit haunted. Our counselors made us pledge not to summon spirits or even talk about the ghost! I’m so not kidding!
Really? They took a pledge not to mention a spirit? This was not at all like Camp Kikiwaka. I acted very nonchalantly and calm. I deserve an Oscar. Casually, I asked for more information as I low key googled every thing that came out of her mouth.
Everything checked out.
Way back, way way back in the 1900’s a girl named Ellen took her own life in the residence hall at Heidelberg University’s France Hall. The story goes that she was trying to get into a certain Woman’s Society. They did not invite her to join. Upon hearing this news, the ghost, Ellen, hung herself in the attic of France after writing an eery message following the letters of the organization.
I had chills.
I asked for examples of this paranormal behavior.
She locks girls out of their rooms, moves stuff around and makes weird noises in the attic. She sets smoke detectors off and causes cold spots I don’t think she’s mean or anything. She’s just around.
Check. Check. Check. Google verified all of these claims.
Do you believe that she’s around?
Maybe? One day I was getting ready, and she, something, opened my door-that had been locked-and then she shut it.
I told myself it was the wind, but it was pretty freaky. Can I go now?
Oh, and Mom, can a ghost come home with a person? Like in their stuff?
Absolutely not. No!
Good. My dirty clothes are down in the kitchen. I’ll see you later.
The moment she left I washed everything twice.