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Now, today's grave confession.

So, basically, I really feel like I'm more open-minded to believing in ghosts just because my mother

wasn't an avid ghost believer, but usually I feel like it takes a lot for me to buy the idea that ghosts exist and such.

Anyways, so this story takes place my freshman year of college.

This is about four or five years ago.

I'm now graduated.

The campus I went to was a historical college, so a lot of the buildings had been there.

For a while, The dorm I was specifically

assigned to live in my freshman year was the oldest dorm on campus. It was one of the first ones.

That's kind of relative. I thought it was important to mention. And then the second important

thing to mention before I dive into the story is the layout of my dorm.

It's like two cinderblock rooms kind of next to each other. And in the first one, you walk in and there are two desks.

And then on the other opposing side of the room, in the corner, there is like a bathroom sink and mirror.

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