(Discussion Board Files courtesy of Matt Muller)
Subj: UND Haunting
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (obiwan)
This happened to me back in the fall of 1988.
It was my second year of
college, and I needed some extra money, so I was working at the central
"Service Desk" in Wilkerson Hall at the University of
North Dakota. Wilkerson serves as the
dining hall for 5 dorms that contain about 1500 students, so there is a lot of
traffic through there. The thing about Wilkerson was the tunnels that connected
each dorm to the cafeteria (
that once a month you had to work the 'graveyard' shift of alone. I was working the 'graveyard' shift one night during fall finals. I was kinda glad to be doing it since I could easily justify staying up very late and studying. I got a few phone calls and a few people needed copies, but other than that it was very quiet. It was a cold night, as UND finals take place in mid-december, and the wind was howling outside. Around , I heard a shout from the direction of the West Hall tunnel. Two guys came running out of the tunnel, shouting for me to call the cops. When I asked them why, they told me that they had just seen a girl with no legs
*floating* up the tunnel. I must have looked at them funny (like they were on drugs or something) when they said that because one of them said "No man, come with us. We'll show you." Well, I wasn't worried about them, because I knew them from West Hall. So, I locked the window and the three of us walked out into the tunnel. When we first entered the tunnel, I got a creepy feeling that I couldn't shake. I kept thinking "These guys are just trying to scare you", but it did not help. As we walked down the tunnel towards an intersection with the West Hall
tunnel, I felt the hair on my arm stand up. I looked at my companions and they both had expressions mixed with fear and curiosity.
When we turned the corner, I saw her. She was about 5'5", had short dark hair, and was wearing what looked like a nightshirt. She did not appear to have any legs, and was semi-transparent. We watched her for what seemed like a whole minute, but she did not seem to notice us. She seemed lost to me, and very frightened. After who knows how long, she simply vanished.
Needless to say, we hauled ass back to Wilkerson to talk about what had happened. We all agreed we had seen it, but had no idea what or who she was. We decided not to tell anyone about it, since it would make us look like kooks. I quit that job a week later, but not because of the ghost.
About a year later, I was going through some old student newspapers looking for information on a campus student group when I came across an article about a girl who had frozen to death on campus in December of 1962. It seems that before the tunnels were built(they weren't dug, but
built and then dirt was built up on them) it was quite common for girls from West Hall(it was a female dorm then) to run from the back door over to Wilkerson.
We've all heard stories about people who go out in those -70 whiteout conditions and freeze to death in no time after getting disoriented. According to the newspaper account, it had happened to this girl. She had died only 60 feet from the dorm, very near the area where my companions and I had seen the ghost disappear. The story did not say what time she died, but a police report that I dug up later (good records at the Grand Forks PD) stated that the last person who saw her alive was her RA and that was at about .
I took the newspaper article to the Director of Housing at UND (I was working for him at the time, and we had a good rapport). After he had read it I told him what I had seen the year before. He told me that this was the fourth time that he had heard this story, and in almost all of the
cases, the people were Housing Office employees. He said that there really wasn't anything he could do about it, so he had never reported it any higher in the University.
Well, the story spread around a bit, and I did hear about some guys who went down there with a Ouija board and got really freaked out, but that is another story.
Jared Dahl ----> email@example.com