Hello Underdogs, and welcome to the second blog post in the series about haunted colleges. This is not a way for you to find a place for you to study! Instead, this is to bring you some information on some of the spookiest places for you to get your degree right next to a student that has been dead for 100 years! I have a few more personal stories to tell you about my own college life before I move on to some more famous stories. In the meantime, enjoy learning about why it was so hard for me to study! Well, one of the reasons anyway!
Like I said in my last post about haunted colleges, I went to school in Iowa, and then Nebraska for my second degree. I lived on campus in Iowa, and had some very spooky things happen to me and my friends during my stay there! First, the campus was out in the middle of nowhere. It was a corn field, and a college campus just right there all of a sudden. Being where it was, the college was surrounded by several cemeteries. Some of them were very well marked, while others were a few old family plots here and there. There was one cemetery in particular that was very close to where I lived. It was so old that there were bodies literally falling out of their graves. The graves that were buried on the hill, were slowly sliding down. It was a sad sight, and it would have been nice to see someone be able to fix this since it was someone’s final resting place.
This cemetery was pretty spooky, but even worse at night. I am a bit ashamed of this, but one night my friends and I decided to go take pictures of the graves, and the bodies that were coming out of the ground. It’s disrespectful, but I was a child and didn’t think how rude this could be. It wasn’t hard to see the body parts, even when you drove by because it was in that big of disrepair. It was dark, but still a bit of light left in the sky. My two friends and I pulled over and took our disposable camera and took a few pictures. For those to young to know what a disposable camera is, it is a camera that you use to take a limited amount of photos on. You then turn it in, and get it developed and you get printed photos. You can’t see the photo that you see after you take it, but only after you get the photos back.
What happened after I took the photos will remain with me for the rest of my days. Almost instantly, we all felt a heaviness. We then took off in the car, all scared and worried. In the very short drive from the location of the cemetery to the school, we almost got ran off the road two times, and was almost involved in a crash. It was also like there was someone or something in the back seat with us that shouldn’t have been. It was a dark, cloudy figure the size of a human being. It was all so much that by the time we got back to campus, we all jumped out of the car and ran! My friend then took the camera and said we had to destroy the film because not only did we disturb what was there, but they were teaching us a lesson. She broke open the camera and exposed the film to the headlights of the car, thus destroying anything we may have caught.
Almost instantly, the heavy feeling lifted, but we were all afraid and quickly ran into the dorm rooms. Before I walked into the building, I apologized out loud for being so insensitive to the resting place of those who didn’t want to be disturbed. We didn’t get off lightly at all. The rest of the night, we heard knocking, voices, scratches, and more. Electronics would go off even if they were unplugged and had no batteries. I was also plagued with terrible dreams and I was too afraid too sleep after that. This only lasted for one night, but it was enough to teach me a lesson. I never took photos of graves or headstones ever again. It’s not the right thing to do unless you have permission. The college was already a hot bed for paranormal activity, so us doing what we did seemed to wake something up, even though I feel we made peace with whatever followed us back to the college before we went inside. It didn’t mean the college forgave us!
No matter what, this was a scary event that taught me a strong lesson. I think the college was waiting for something like this to wake it up and give us a night of terror! It’s still in my nightmares every once in awhile! This is one of the reasons that I am so intrigued by haunted colleges, because it seems as though sometimes, they are alive! Do you have any spooky college stories from your haunted colleges? Leave your comments below.