7. Ghosts really wanted to watch Jerry Springer in my dorm room.
“A dorm at a local university had a student die of alcohol poisoning on his 21st birthday and there have been lots of reports of creepy things happening in the room he died in. Students reported tapping from the inside of the window, shoes being rearranged while they were out, and a loud scraping noise that came from upstairs (people upstairs thought it was coming from downstairs).
Anyways, there is a youth sports camp that uses this dorm for a summer residence and I was a counselor so I stayed in the dorm with the kids. I was assigned to stay in the room that the aforementioned student died in. I grew up in the same town as this college, so I knew all about the ‘ghost’ and didn’t think anything of it, there’s no such thing as ghosts, right? I moved in and the only thing that looked different about the room (compared to others in the dorm) was that there was a crucifix.
During my week shit got weird. Several times I heard loud tapping from the inside of my window. One night, I poked my head outside of my door late one night and yelled ‘lights out’ to some kids running down the hall—my lights promptly turned out inside my room.
Finally, during a break at the end of the week I went back to my room for a nap. I found my TV was on and the volume was extremely loud. I didn’t think much of it, maybe the kids had been playing ps2 in my room and forgot to turn it off. I grabbed the remote, laid on the bed, and hit the power button…the TV stayed on. I took the batteries out, tried again, and still the TV was on. I picked my lazy ass up, walked to the TV, and pressed the power button. Nothing. I turned the volume down. Nothing. I finally unplugged the TV and…Nothing. Totally freaking out, I unplugged the cable cord thinking maybe some weird surge through that was keeping the TV on. Nope. I sat there holding the TV power cord, cable cord, and remote and was watching my TV continue to play. I ran from the room, got another counselor, and showed them. He promptly freaked the fuck out and we left the building to get the camp director—and when he got to my room the TV was off. Fuck.”