I was looking back toward my roommate with her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold in her laughter.

I wanted to laugh too, but managed to hold it in as I stepped closer to Amanda's door.

It was dark inside, and all I could see was a blue light from the outside, seeping in through the blinds.

Amanda had no curtains in her room, except for the blinds given to us from the University

Housing Department, but she kept them open.

I looked at the door handle on the inside of her room and took a half step inside.

I grabbed onto it and was about to pull it.

When I saw a tall silhouette standing in front of the window by her bed.

Amanda was tall, but this one had broad shoulders and would appear to be a large coat,

and most distinctly, a hat.

Had frozen plays and stared right at it, completely ignoring the whispers from the other roommate down the hall.

She wasn't laughing anymore.

My name is Edwin, and here's a scary story.

I felt a hand grip around my arm and pull me toward the hallway.

What happened I could hear? Like on delay,

my mind was racing to catch up to what I had just seen. She was being serious now, as we both looked at the wide open door down the hall. It was supposed to be a dare, a silly card game,

when everyone else went out to parties while we stayed in.

Amanda liked to sleep with her door wide open, and it wasn't like we cared for understanding why or anything. We actually didn't like her very much, but her little rules kept getting

in the way of everything. Her dishes were to be kept separately, she said, something about an

allergy that nobody quite understood.

The community advisor from the university had a meeting with us and Amanda's parents to talk about it.

All we did after that was laugh and complain to our other friends about the whole conversation.

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