Well, I live in Charleston, SC, which is one of the world's most haunted cities. EVERY house here has some story! All the greek houses are old Charleston houses, and most of the sorority houses are circa 1800, and are on the registry of historic landmarks. (The Chi O house was actually built in 1770!) Anyhow, my house has a ghost we named Tom. The story is he is an old slave who used to live in the house. One of the sisters told me that our house was a stop on the Underground Railroad, and that he died here trying to escape slavery, but I don't know if that's true. There are always doors opening and closing, alarm clocks randomly going off, faucets turning off and on. No one lives on the 3rd floor, but at night if you are on the 2nd floor, you can hear footsteps up there. We just yell, "Tom, quit it!" and he stops. We think he just likes to mess with us. Some of the sisters have said that he isn't real and ghosts are just a bunch of hooey. Well, once they say that, Tom messes with them even more. They're believers now! He's only been seen once. Back some years, the 3rd floor was the president's suite, and she woke up and saw him standing in the corner. This spring, a sister brought her friend over to the house. The second the girl walked in, she said, "Is there a ghost in this house?" Allison said, "Actually, we think there is. Why?" The friend said, "Well, he's in the formal room right now looking at us." I would've peed my pants!
Also, Berry dorm, which is a huge girls' dorm, is built on the exact spot of the old Charleston city orphanage. This thing opened in like 1730 and ran until the 1950s. A lot of the girls say they hear little kids giggling, and some have seen kids running around the halls. The year before I started here, one of the RAs died in a car accident. They say she haunts her old room. One of my sisters was an RA at the same time, and one of our public safety officers told her that while he was making his rounds over Xmas break (when the dorms are closed) the tv in the dead RA's room kept turning on by itself. Creepy...but just part of living in the old South. We actually have a ghost walking tour that takes you all over the city. We have like 1000 graveyards, and it's rumored that Annabelle Lee (of the Edgar Allen Poe poem) is buried in the Unitarian cemetery.
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