CreepCast - Room 733 | CreepCast

Episode Date: October 19, 2025

C.K. Walker brings us a nice little ghost story for the season. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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733. Room 733. This one, once again, comes recommended by Harry. Will it have the same things as the last story recommended by Harry? Well, we'll find out. We'll see. Brick. Yeah, brick.

Brick, Harry. We'll see. I don't know. We're about to find out. I will say this one doesn't have any not safe for work tabs. That is true. That's a good sign. Good start.

Well, is it a good sign or is the writer a coward? C.K. Walker, we know for a fact. She's not afraid. Yeah, the Barasca author, coward, for sure. True. But this room is, this room, this story is called Room 733. I don't know anything about it other than it relates to the paranormal somehow. So I'm excited for that. A little ghost story. I haven't had a good ghost story in a back. I like a nice ghost story. I like, I like a nice ghost story as well. So I'm excited to get into it. An author that we know and love and also hate. sometimes, but mostly love. No, no, always love. Nothing but love always.

I was in this floor, having the greatest crash out I ever have on the show. Which is all bast and loves. Okay. So, I'm excited to get into it. Hunter, do we have anything going on? Is anything to announce right now? Just want to say, thank you guys to the audio listeners.

Over on Spotify and Apple Podcast. Thank you for giving us a nice reading there. It really does help if you're listening right now in your car and your headphones. Thank you. Also, to all. our beautiful patrons. Thank you so much. And also, we probably still have merch. So if you want some merch, looking for some clothes for your beautiful bodies, feel free, and pick some up at the

link on the screen or in the description. It's there. Supports the channel. Thank you so much. Designs are pretty cool. I will say the designs are sick. All right, well, that other way, are you ready to begin? Room 733. Room 733. Let's see what is in store for us today. Hey, I'm scared. The s' inside room. Okay, well. The unalive room. Yeah.

Ah, there we go. We're saved. Thank you. We're saved. Thank you, YouTube. Thank you, YouTube. The s'a-side room. That's what they call room 733, as if I didn't have enough to worry about on my first day as a freshman.

We had assigned the dorm room 734, which, it turns out, wasn't one of the nice add-on rooms in the South Hall. Now, we found ourselves in the older wing of the building on the seventh floor. I wasn't two by. bummed out though. At least they'd honor my request to room with my best friend. Lydia and I spent most of the morning moving ourselves in. By the time our resident advisor came by, I was taping up posters and Lydia was reading. Hi girls, I'm Beth. Chirped the bubbly blonde girl as she bounced into our room. I'll be your RA this year. Hi. I nodded at her. Wow, you girls really worked fast. She said taking in our... I'm giving some big girl energy. I really need a reel back, dude.

Wow, you get, you girls really worked fast. So what about that as opposed to the last one made it not big crime? Oh, the boy. You're, you're hitting that scary carry a little bit. A little bit, yeah. You know, I saw a piece, so you're talking about like, like stupid thoughts you've had. I was scrolling through the subreddit the other day and someone had done artwork of Jacoby, like super tall, hot Bloss girl, doing scary Carrie's makeup. And I was like, aw.

That was my, that was my equivalent of you. thinking of train during the one story it is the gayest song of all time yeah yeah it really is yeah also all the fucking stuff of people drawing me in your lap and we're like kissing or vice versa we need to cut that out do you do you know you know how it works on the internet i shouldn't have said anything you shouldn't have said anything believe it bleep it all out bleep it it's been bleep or unless you knew that's how it works so you can you did it to bring attention to it. No.

Roos? Wow, you girls really work fast. She said, taking in our maid beds and hung up clothes. Beth picked up a drawing of Cthulhu that looked. What? Just that

quick into the story. The arcane drawings. Beth picked up a drawing of Cthulhu that Lydia had done over the summer. She turned sideways, studying it. Is this thing? crockin from the parts of the Caribbean? I'm glad that you mispron

on purpose. That was a good touch. What, is this the crockin? Is it crackin? I've never heard someone say crockin. I thought you were doing that on purpose. It feels accurate for the character to be like, is this a crockin? Is this the crackin from no, no, no, I like to better with the crockin,

but I thought you were doing it on purpose. Do you actually call it the crockin? I don't know. Why not? The crockin. That's what you call the giant squid monster. Like a crock pot? Crackin. Crocgin

Whatever Lydia glared at her Over the top of her book So anyway I know our hall Isn't as new as the South Hall But trust me There's plenty of history here

This building is almost 60 years old Yes I can see that The rooms are pretty small Well People were small in the 50s Really Yep really

Best purse her lips And just continued to stand there While the room filled with awkward silence. So the corner room next to us, 733, is it looks a lot bigger than our room. Is anyone assigned to that room? Or could we maybe?

Oh, you don't want that room. There were a couple sides in there. A hanging in a jumper, if I remember right? Got a hanger in a jumper. A hanging in a jumper, if I remember right. They're not assigning anyone to that room. Anyway, I'd just like to remember. mind you that this is an all-girls floor and the guys are not allowed up here after 11.

Before we could reply to her, Beth clapped her hands and was a quick. Well, nice meeting you. She skipped out of the room. I like how she's like, no boys allowed. Someone hung themselves and the other one right out of the window. All right, girls, seriously, periods have got to be in sync. Someone died on this floor. We have got to get our minseys really lined up.

Someone took the quick elevator down. Yeah. Hanging and a jumping. They're bouncing off the roofs and the windows. Swing, swing, sweet chariots. Lydia dropped her book on the bed and stared out into the hall. I hate her. Did you hear the bomb she fucking dropped?

I'm going to call her dumb shit Beth. Lydia, seriously? Suicides? Oh, Becca, relax. Every college campus has a few suicides. Yeah, but in the same room? Really? Who cares?

It's not our room. Yeah. I guess I turned to study the little window in our room Can you imagine climbing out that tiny window and jumping You'd be alive for at least five seconds before he hit the ground Oh fuck Becca, can you not Did you glance at the window and visibly shuddered

You know I fucking hate heights And just talking about that shit, it's raising my blood pressure We could always move into the stu-bed room That one has a window on each wall Fuck you Okay, okay, but seriously Think about it It would take a lot of commitment

Mimit to squeeze out that tiny window. Yeah, well, remember, people were apparently smaller back then. Lydia mumbled as she pushed your bed further away from the window. Okay, these are some catty bitches. These kiddies got claws. These pussies got claws. I didn't think they said anything to justify this tone you're taking this early on. Okay, so Beth, obviously the hot one comes in.

They're jealous. She's like, hey, by the way. Seriously, people have totally unalived themselves. Just trying to keep a PC for you guys. Have a good day. She's an angel. She's an angel. Okay.

And the others are not for some reason. No, they're dogs. Okay. Why? Okay. Like that? Yeah, it's fine. That's a bleep.

Since Lydia was an outgoing and friendly person, we made friends at lightning speed. There were a lot of parties in those first few weeks. At one of which, Lydia inevitably met a guy. I know the girls since we were in – I'd known the girl since we were in diapers, so I fully anticipated her having a boyfriend by the end of September. His name was Mike, and he wasn't anything special. Just your standard frat-pledge douche canoe. After about a month on campus, the novelty of college started wearing off. Lydia and I found our stride, and we spent more weekends studying than drinking.

Midterms were coming up in a couple weeks, and I was determined to maintain a 4.0 throughout my freshman year. One night in early October, I was woken by a loud, grinding sound. Instead of in bed and strained to hear it again, Lydia was also wide awake and listening. Bang! WTF, she mouthed to me? It wasn't unusual for there to be noise in the hallway since other people came in at all hours of the night. But this sound had definitely come from the next door.

Corner room. A grind. Is that? Yeah. That's the window next door. At Lydia's insistence, we kept our window closed at all times. However, there was no mistake in the sound of the window in room 733, being opened and closed again at regular intervals. Slam!

Who's in there? Lydia shrugged. Is someone fucking with us? Is this like initiation? Lydia raised her eyebrow at me. Initiation to what? I don't know. College?

Maybe they're hazing the freshman. Grind. Opened. Who's hazing the freshman? I shrug. Slam! It's shut. Becca, I love you, but that was fucking stupid.

I threw a pillow at her. Well, whoever it is, go tell her the knock it the fuck off. Me? I'm not risking being thrown in a window? A grind. Well, I'm not doing it. I'm an art major, you're a political science major. You go lay down the law.

Fuck that. Then call dumb shit Beth. Is this the kind of nonsense she should deal with? Slam. I'm not calling her. Don't you put that evil on me? Fine. Then we'll just have to ignore it.

I have class at 7.30. Grind. To do something. Ugh. Got out of bed and stomped to the door. Threw it opened dramatically and went down the hall to pound on the door to room 733, which simply said, supply room. People are trying to sleep. Please fucking stop. Said when there was no answer.

Slang. Dude, seriously. I stepped back from the door and immediately noticed a problem. Room 733 was padlocked shut from the outside. Heard back to my room. What happened? I'm not going anywhere near that fucking room again. It's locked from the outside.

I don't know how anybody could have got in there. So you're saying it's a spooky ghost? No, I'm saying there's a creepy, no, I'm saying there's creepy shit going on inside a room. Colloquially, colloquially called the sht room. Lydia scoffed and rolled over to go back to sleep. you should have been a drama major we didn't hear the window next door

again that night but the next morning you could clearly see from the outside that both windows in the corner room are now wide open it's kind of fun it is fun this feels like a scary story

you hear around campus I always like the dialogue C.K. Walker writes too it's very pulpy very natural yeah yeah it feels a lot of it feels like kind of oh we talked about

with deep woods where it feels very like coming of age a lot of the time Yeah, I think there's even like two college freshman kind of vibe is a I like the back and forth between them so far And like I said these these little bitches got fangs I like it also nice deal art major political science major leftist scum getting to believe that again No, you have to leave that one no you're leaving that one in there It reminds me of Just like little story like

Around campus, we always had, there was so many ghost stories where I went to college at. Be like, oh, if you go to this building and you go at night, you can, if you have a Ouija board, you can talk to the ghost of so-and-so and stuff like that. I remember one night we went around campus to all like the spots and played with Ouija boards. We, uh, at my school, we had, like, there was supposedly like this, uh, it's called the like Beatty House ghost and it was always like a thing where it was like a liberal arts building kind of thing. But it was like an old, old house. So it was supposed to like the person who first lived there was roaming the hall. So yeah, I feel like at every college There's always like one building or one area

That has some kind of ooh this place Granted, I've never heard of someone to be like This is this side room Yeah, yeah Well, we had some dark ones at all Because my college Before it was built The area was a Civil War battleground

Or like an encampment or something So like by both sides of different parts Like Union and Confederate So most of the ghost stories revolved around that Like oh there was like this was the sick bay where all the soldiers died so you can hear the moaning or whatever. But there was one building on campus

that was a sanitarium right after the war that had caught on fire and burned down and then they rebuilt a building on like the old foundation. So all the ghost stories, they were like, yeah, if you go to like two in the morning and a janitor was there and he just saw women on fire everywhere.

It's like, well, that's pretty. Yeah. I'm sure. I just, I would love to hear other people if someone has anything as intense says like shtraud room. Like a title is pretty crazy.

Can you imagine if it was like the anal cottage? What's that one? You're like, what? There's that name that goes around all the time. I believe that. What did you say?

What did you say? No, what did he say? No. It's like that meme that's going around where like someone modded, left for dead to where all the stores say evil ass building

I don't see that I mean okay well it's pretty funny it was on the creepcast subred it everyone made jokes about that being barrasca evil asser building the shiny gentleman gonna be yeah anyways like it so far

kind of a little Scooby-Doo vibe it's fun it's yeah it's fun yeah I watched the windows on room 733 for an entire week but they remained open occasionally at night I thought I could hear a noise next door like marbles dropping

and rolling across the floor since it's never since it never woke Lydia up I didn't bother to say anything. One afternoon, I was alone in the dorm editing notes on my laptop. I had my headphones in, but the music wasn't loud enough to cover the noise of someone

knocking on the door. Come in. I said without looking up from the screen, a moment went by, and then I heard the knocking again. I jerked my earbuds out and slammed the laptop closed. I turned around. Come!

What the? The door to the hallway was wide open. I left it open on purpose since Ian, a junior I was dating, was supposed to be stopping by. I heard the knocking again from behind me and literally jumped out of my chair. It had come from the other side of the room.

The closet door. It was the closest... It was the closet that shared a wall with room 733. Lydia, you are not fucking funny. Nothing. Lydia, I swear to God, I will punch you in the face. Silence. I walked over to the closet door

and grasped the handle. Lydia, you're a fucking... A fucking what? Her voice came from the doorway. behind me I let go of the doorknob and stumbled back wide-eyed Lydia threw her stuff on the bed and turned to me crossing her arms I'm a fucking what I thought you were hiding in the closet what why because someone was knocking on the door Jesus Becca Lydia rubbed her forehead and walked over to the closet

throwing open the door there's nothing there but clothes and boxes she made a swipe of her arm as if you say what now I I swear There's no one in here. I know what I heard. We glared at each other until our little standoff was interrupted by the timely arrival of Ian. He immediately sent the tension in the room. Hi, ladies. What's new? Gave my roommate a hostile look. There's strange shit is going on in that room next door.

But that's not new. Which room? 735 or the empty one? The empty one. 733. Yeah. I'm not surprised. that's the

I'm right we heard about the deaths I sat down on my bed yeah it's pretty fucked up three s's all in one dorm room three Lydia raised her eyebrow we were told they were just two

well there were a couple in the 70s and then some guy about 10 years ago he just jumped out the window Lydia and I both shuddered although she was much worse we were both terrified of heights Falling death was about the worst thing I could think of

I will admit that three sht guys in the same room Same dorm room is fucking disturbing Lydia said in an apologetic tone I heard that's something Yeah I heard there's something in that room Like what? No one knows Whatever your someone has a new theory You usually ride around Halloween

Something gets published in the campus paper Whatever is in there though It ain't friendly So has anyone ever killed themselves In the neighboring rooms like this one No, just 7.33. I was surprised when they were opening the North Hall this year. They told us we're the biggest incoming freshman class in like 20 years. I heard that too. You know you could request a room change, right?

And sat down on the bed next to me and I leaned against his shoulder. Yeah, but they wouldn't keep us together. Beckett and I have been best friends for 15 years. We can't room with other people. So should we just keep living here next to Satan? Glanced at the closet door again. Lydia shrugged. At least we'll have some stories to tell for graduation.

These aren't the kind of stories I want to tell. A few days later, Lydia began to believe my closet story. Woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone whispering. Looked over at Lydia, who was already staring at me with wide eyes. She slowly brought a finger to her lips. I listened intently. Trying to hear what the voice was saying and where it was coming from, but I couldn't understand even one word.

Got out of my bed and tiptoed over to Lydia's. The whispering was definitely louder over there, but then she shared a wall with room 733. I listened harder. Never taken mouths of fools. What the hell? Lydia leaned over and put her ear up to the wall. The whisper suddenly stopped and I leaned closer. Suddenly there was a loud bang from the other side.

Lydia immediately recoiled and clutched her ear in pain. Someone was in there. Suddenly, more angry than scared, I again. again threw open our door and stomped over to the supposedly empty supply room. I banged on the door loudly, not caring who else I woke up at this point. Are you fucking kidding me? This shit isn't funny anymore. Come on to that fucking room, you asshole.

Silence. Then the doorknob started to turn. I don't know what I'd expect to happen, but it wasn't that. I backed up so far from the door that I ran into the opposite wall. When the handle had turned all the way down, something started to push from the other side. The door groaned loudly, but the locks held. I held my breath until the pressure on the door subsided, and the handle slowly returned to its normal position.

I noticed Lydia peeking her head out from the room. She held up her hands as if to say, what happened? Someone thinks they're funny. I answered her out loud. She shook her head and disappeared back in our room. I knelt down on the floor and brought my head down to the carpet, peering under the door crack. It was the first time I had seen into the corner room.

733 was definitely a supply closet. There were chairs stacked along one wall and bed frames along the other. A few rotty mattresses were piled under one of the windows, and a thick layer of dust covered everything in the room. The windows were absolutely huge, which was something you couldn't really tell by looking up at the building. They were open as always, and I could definitely see how someone could easily climb through them to the outside ledge. The room didn't look like it had been disturbed in a couple of decades, which sent a shutter racking through my body. The moonlight, which had been providing enough light to see into the room, suddenly vanished. I saw only pitch black inside, blinked rapidly trying to adjust my night vision.

Squeeze my eyes shut, and when I opened them, a large yellow eye was looking back at me, only a few inches away from my face on the other side of the door. I screamed, woke up half the dorm. That's good. I like that. That's fun, classic. I'm looking through something covers up. It's a yellow eye looking back at me.

Yeah, it feels very much like a little like campfire story right now. Yeah, yeah. This is 100% like scared the kiddos kind of thing. Which also, this reminds me, have you heard that the whole campus pisser story thing going around right now, like the trend? So I don't know where it started. But apparently on some university, a guy may,

like say for example, it was like Kansas University. He made a TikTok account that was like the Kansas pisser. So he's on campus at night going to different like places around and just peeing on stuff. So it's like statue, middle of middle and he like takes the camera. He's like in the middle of like a intersection or something just peas on it or like going up to like cars and dorm rooms and stuff. And it's spread. My small private college I went to has one. And it's like all the places I know. It's just some guy. So just all these campuses just have pissers now. Yes.

Most of them have dedicated pissers. Would you rather be haunted or know that your entire campus is covered in pee? Haunted. That's more enjoyable. It's more understandable. And where you touch is just dirty piss. Yeah. It's definitely the kind of piss too where you're definitely dehydrated.

What's funny about the one at my, the school I went to is like the faculty of made post where they're like, whoever's fine this is going to be immediately faced with like, you know, academic probation, blah, blah, whatever. So the pisser's account is now him peeing, and the captions are like, they think they can stop me. They'll never stop me. God. What a hero.

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The next morning, Lydia and I put in dorm change requests with resident services. hoped for the best. In the meantime, we agreed to never be alone in our dorm room at night. Neither we both spent the night at home or neither of us did. Start spending most nights with our respective boyfriends. I told him in everything that had happened, and he suggested I maybe talked to the campus paranormal society. Yeah, they'll know what to do.

Well, yeah, you can't fucking wear that that is. I'd be like, what? Have you tried, like, have they, a Ouija board? Yeah, exactly. Babe, have you talked about, have he talked to the ghost hunters on campus? maybe they could help you hunt these ghosts they'll probably help you out seriously with that ucky rim

I gotta go pledge I'll be right back I hesitantly made an appointment and Lydia and I met with a small cleanly dressed kid named Craig and four of his colleagues the following Tuesday we told them everything we could remember

every incident no matter how small Craig and the four other members of the paranormal society sat quietly and took notes for half an hour it wasn't until we finished that anyone spoke is it all yes

Would you mind waiting out in the hall for a few minutes so that I may confoe with my colleagues? Sure. What do you need? Lydia smiled indulgently and stood up. Whatever you need? The door had barely shut behind us when Lydia snorted and rolled her eyes.

Let's go. Go where? Are you serious? Lydia, come on. We need help. I'm freaking out. We haven't stayed one night in our dorm since Thursday, so this isn't something we can just brush off.

Okay. Let's hear what they have to say. then we can go to the resident service and check out our check out our move request we loaded it out in the hallway for another 15 minutes before Craig came out and asked us to come back and take a seat with all the pomp and circumstance of a meeting of parliament Craig cleared his throat and made his diagnosis

this is time for Hunter to lock in this is like this is a slow fast a slow fastball straight down center plate base is low what you're dealing with ladies is a very angry ghost and the crowd goes wild

is that your professional opinion Craig Lydia said I shot her a look and pretty much a vengeful spirit I very much doubted that that's what we were dealing with yeah answered one of the not Craig's.

That's ghost to the... That goes to the layperson. God, fuck this guy. Jesus Christ. Lydia groaned and rubbed her temples. Mistaking Lydia's frustration with despair, Craig rushed right into his speech. Don't be afraid, ladies. We're going to take care of you.

It's true that spirits can be quite a headache if you don't know how to exercise them, which is why it's good you came to us. S. It's almost always resulted in angry ghost. Denny revenge. Revenge on him. And other students. Perhaps his particular spirit was bullied into taking his own life, and now he seeks torment others. Ah, listen, we can take care of this for you right away.

All we ask is a small donation to the society. We honestly didn't realize that Worme was having this much activity. It's really, very exciting. Great. Well, thank you for your time. Lydia said, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my child. share. Do you want to set something up for this weekend? Tell you what? We'll call you. I think it's hilarious that the campus paranormal research society did not realize the demon room. Well, we had some inkling. We had some eking of the spread, but we didn't realize that

it was that busy. We didn't realize that there was this much paranormal phenomenon occurring in that room. They're on the other side of campus was like EMF's like, I'm getting a reading. And then behind them in the distance, the windows are like, if only that was something that could really put us on the map better not check the suicide world we'll keep being in the cafeteria for now i want to take a moment to thank today's sponsor turtle beach things don't always age well like my chair that died but some things like turtle beach age great when i was 12 years old playing on an xbox 360 turtle beach was the brand to get and i'm happy to tell you that in 2025, they're still the brand that continues to deliver high quality sound

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disagreeing with you but peckett tell me you didn't honestly buy into that so you don't think that it's it i was having trouble even saying the word sounds so ridiculous ghost i don't fucking know but neither do they that guy had no idea what the fuck he was talking about pulled my hood lower over my eyes as we stepped in a line at the resident service desk let me put this away they're playing ghostbusters and we're living in the fucking exorcist fine then what do you want to do just just keep sleeping at mike and eans until we get reassigned i just want this to end they crossed her arms and started straight ahead we all wanted this to end even if living next to that room wasn't scary it sure is held distracting all right well i mean you're probably safe during

daylight hour so as long as we don't spend nights there we should be okay our room is only Our room is only goes to Jason after all. And our new assignments will come through it soon. Checked my watch. Fuck, it's almost two. Shit, really? I got to go. Mike got accepted to Sigma Chai and he's getting initiated today.

Oh yeah, I forgot he rushed. The girl at the desk waved us forward. I didn't even realize we'd reach at the front of the line. Let me know what they say. Lydia says she ran out of the door. I will say those people always annoy me when like there's something going on. It's like, what do we do? What do we do?

And some person's like, I just want to do it. It's like, okay. Thank you. I just want this to be over. That drives me up a wall every time. Or like, where do you want to go eat? We can get Mexican,

we get Chinese. I just want to eat. I didn't think of that. There's nothing. There's nothing I hate more in any social situation. Like legitimately, this is one of my biggest pepives is what I do. What are you feeling?

Anything will do. Oh my gosh. No one has an opinion ever on anything. It's just literally, that's why almost I like, I like Nick. Because Nick will literally just be like, chicken sandwich? It doesn't matter.

And then he will always suggest it. He'll want everybody. I don't care. He'll always do. Mm. Chicken sandwich? Every time. It was just lovely.

Like a middle school. Because somebody's always, I'll have guests come over and I'll be like, what are you feeling? Just anything. Whatever you want. I'm fat with anything. Whatever you say, whatever you want to have. Hunter to friends that.

stay at his house people who hundred to people he cares about and invites into his home that's what I do my shadow's on the wall at night do do do do I'm yeah the fucking room my friend's staying is going to be the fucking suicide

733's on the door I have heard some weird noises in your house at night I have never actually heard anything everyone who is like Justin everyone who has stayed at your house has like heard a weird thing at least like friends are not happy with you.

Me and Allison, I haven't heard literally even a mouse. Maybe they're afraid of you. It's that, it's that calm and quiet. It's so, it's so silent

that it's so painfully loud. The silence is so painfully loud. Justin said he heard like chains and like someone moaning. That was just Hunter upstairs holding chains. Like, Oh,

oh, uh, meanwhile downstairs me and Justin are doing like the Scooby-Doo, like, run. Light as a feather, stiff as board. Lys a feather, stiff as a board. I'm floating, dude, I'm floating. That's what I would.

Yeah. That's your house, yeah. The girl at the desk eyed me suspiciously as I approached. Hi, I'm, you're the girl trying to move out of 734 and Riley, aren't you? She caught me off guard. Yeah, one of them.

I mean, how'd you know? Sorry, I ever heard you. I was just a year fall across my desk a few days ago. I gotta ask why are you looking to transfer rims exactly I was tired I was beaten down I didn't have the energy to think of a lie because shit is going on an empty room next door and it's really fucking it's really freaking us out noises whispers knocking the other night I just the other night I saw someone you saw someone yeah in room third in room 733 yeah I looked under the door and there was

definitely someone in there girl narrowed her eyes at me for a moment then nodded for no particular reason well your rims aren't ready yet but i've pushed them through as a priority for right now though you're stuck they're just there just isn't anywhere there just isn't anywhere else to put you inside figured as much i'm alice and look i've actually done a lot of research on the riley shards and i can help and i can help you or at the very least offer some insight really absolutely I'm in Taylor Hall

room 310 and I'll be back in my dorm by 4 today thanks we just came from the paranormal society on campus I'm saying no more yeah so I'll definitely see you at 4 great

all said and smiled is this gonna be like a little fucking hereditary thing where you think that it's a good it's a person who's like oh I can help you help you and all of a sudden it's just like yeah by the way that was my boyfriend who jumped and i've been trying to get back with his spirit i've been trying to like give him a vessel all this i've been trying to literally be hereditary or yeah or yeah exactly i'm trying to get a vessel

for you and you have a rock and bod and i think you'd be perfect what size is your titty cups again she's trying to get out it's a girl behind the desk yeah so she's trying to get a female body for her boyfriend no no she's a lesbian okay You said boyfriend. I messed it up. The story's now changed. Okay, that's fine. Continue.

What titty size cup are you again? D? Okay. Whoa. Bingo. When you paused after what size, I'm like, am I supposed to participate here? What size?

D. Hi-oh. Bingo was his name oh I like how the side tangent is you fantasizing about being a lesbian with an attractive B-I-N-G-O Bingo was his name-o Touching Why are you doing all this? No reason

Hmm Hmm Sometimes you look like Like a Sesame Street Muppet The fuck is that's the control you have over your face, like the expressions you make are so... I'm not pup, I'm a man. You got heated over that quick, like immediately. Not pop out man.

Okay. B-I-N-G-O's name is. You have the biggest eyes of anyone I've ever met. What? Your eyes. Your eyes are huge. Your eyes are huge. Like when you're standing close to you look like a Russian nesting doll.

What does that mean? What do you even mean by that? Google, pull up a image of a Russian nesting doll right now. And that's what you look like. I know what one looks like, but how does that relate to me? It's the face that you make. It's the face and the contortion that you do. It's the way that you present yourself.

Right now? Yeah. What about means contorted? Black, soulless eyes. Oh. And really no emotion on the face, just this. And I expect that I can. go up to you I could pop off your half and there'd be an even smaller version of

being inside doing this I would just take until there those I was on that was like this big you just like this that's what I expect I do I do that I do that and I keep putting back on until it's just wow dude you got me good good roast bro absolutely flamed me

you know what Russian nesting doll I stand by it was it even okay also it's not a roast Isaiah that's just what I think you just think I'm a Russian

nesting doll that's the most bizarre like out of the lip thing also were you also were you were you roasting me by saying that I have the largest eyes you were seen. Because I thought that was just an observation.

It was an observation, but I was more so saying, that's what I was doing too. That's part of the reason you look so expressionate. You can control your expression so well. You have big features that you can, like, manipulate easily. I think you look like a Russian nest and all. See, that one has to malice. There's no, there's no, because I was like, it's my opinion. I said you look like a Muppet because, like, you could make these, like, bizarre facial expressions,

which makes sense because you're a comedian and a personality and stuff like that. So if anything, it was a compliment, you just looked at me and you're like, and you're like, you look like a Russian doll. What do I do with that? No, no. What does that even mean? Russian nesting doll. Yeah, yeah, I was here.

I remember. Well, you said Russian doll. Okay. What, what am I supposed to get out of that? There's a little me inside of me. And then a slightly smaller me inside of my one. I think it was is that actually I unconsciously thought that there was layers to you. I guess I was wrong.

I was early to Taylor. But then so was she. I told her story for the second time that day, and Alice wasn't afraid to interrupt with questions. Though her queries didn't betray her thoughts. When I was finished, she leaned back in her chair and sighed deeply. I can't believe it. I'd always heard rumors, but I honestly doubted that any of it was true. I can assure you, everything I've told you is absolutely true.

And how is it now when you're there? We weren't ever there at night, but during the day, we've heard some scratching on the wall, but really quiet whispering and sometimes we still hear the window opening and closing and broad fucking daylight. However, every time I look up from the street,

the windows to 733 are open. Oh, it's nodded. Well, for the record, I don't think you're in any danger. As much as it sucks, you guys are simply a casualty. You just need to stay out of Rim 733. I snorted.

You know, snort? Uh, you're doing the voice lines. Yeah. Are you kidding me? I'd never go in there. It's like, you're going to snort? It's like, no, it's not my job. I don't know.

I believe that, I believe, I believe that you believe that. He's having a breakdown. I don't know. He got a little tired a minute ago. I think. And since then, the lines have been like, honestly you know I think it is is because I feel so defeated about the Russian nesting doll thing that he thought that was an insult

it was before that for one I never said it was a bad thing did I I never said it was a bad thing feelings you know what I think it did it hurt your feelings that you you called me a Russian nesting doll and I said that I just asked what the insult was no no you know you did you looked at me you said you did

uh good burn because I insulted your my observation my observation but if it wasn't met as a roast then it wasn't an insult I was wrong and thinking it was supposed to be one well then I want an apology

for thinking yeah for saying that I thought that you thought that I thought that I was roasting you no I'm not giving you that at all well for the record I don't think you're in any danger

that's much it sucks. You guys simply are casualty. You see stay at room 733. I snorted. Are you kidding? Did you read that just so you can snort again? It's a very natural read. Are you kidding?

I never going there. I believe that you believe that. But this thing, whatever it is, it's tricky. Manipulative, a liar. And it's smarter than you. I'll try not to be offended by that. That was a very millennial code, wasn't it?

Oh, try not to be offended by that. Yeah. Checkmate, ghost. You shouldn't be. What do you think it is? Something very old and something very evil. I regarded her skeptically, didn't let my eyes wonder around the room. I didn't really notice the decor before, but to say Alice had an interest in the occult was an understabit.

There's just like a giant bath event statue and like pinegrating. everywhere. How long have you had that? It's like a gargoyl that's like this. It's like the giant. It's doing the like as above so below thing and she's like. Which is evil? Am I an evil place?

This is this a bad place. This isn't the other bedroom is it. What are you call this is a siren fuzzle? I won't kill myself I'm looking around this room and I want to kill myself That's her looking around I'm looking around the room I want to kill myself

No this isn't this bedroom I'm going to kill myself in this room I'm going to do it anyway This is about in a second room Everywhere is a room Walgreens down the street Where are I? I can

can't see any situation where I would be compelled to enter that room. I know. But you have to be prepared for, you have to be prepared that there may come a time when you have to make a decision about entering that room. Because what you're dealing with, it's already killed five people. I got the number just keeps going up. Two more people. Two more people.

Do you think that means that the people that are entering their lives are lying to them? No, I think if this girl's done research, she probably just knows about two more deaths. Five? I thought it was three Yeah, well Not everyone's inclined to do The level of research that I do Let's see

There was Ellen Burnham in 1961 Can you give her like a feminine version Of like the Um, actually All right so pretty much this Yeah well Yeah well Not everyone is inclined

To do that level of research I do Well see There was Ellen Burnham in 1969 She dumped out the window She was a very first and then Tad Collinsworth in 1963 He jumped too

Moversed at Greg in 1975 She hung herself And when Murphy in 1979 She jumped And then Eric Dowston in 1992 He hung himself Five suicides How could the universities

Still let people live in there Stittance apparently That's why it's as a pywam And back then Well Every few years Once everyone who would remember the head, Gretton.

Well. I can't do that. Is it too much? Is it too powerful? It's good. It's a good voice. Well, every few years, once everyone who would remember,

he'd regret, once everyone, well. Are you? I'm not good at reading. No, it's not that. You're just, take a minute,

take a breather. Well. Well, every few years, once everyone who would remember had graduated, the room would be reassigned. This is before the internet. You know, and the incoming freshmen were clueless. But after that last one, Eric Dostin, they closed the entire North Hall on the seventh floor and built more rooms onto the South Hall. So, what does it want? Chaos.

Death. souls who knows no one even knows what it is so okay so what do we do know we know that it somehow bound to that room though it seems to have minimal influence

just outside of it we know that everyone who's ever died was alone at the time and we know that it's a trickster that's what we know it wasn't enough why do you think they do it the victims

I nodded. All I know is what's rumored to be in the evidence files. All the suicides were found with pictures of or writings that were considered unspeakable at the time. They contain horrible, evil things that would make you physically sick to read or see, they say. And these people, they draw them, they wrote that stuff? Yep. Whatever's in that room drove them mad. That's fucking terrifying.

Have you guys considered getting somebody to bless the room? Jesus? Is that her being like Jesus Christ? I think it's an exclamation. There's no question mark and that she's like, Jesus?

Like God? So she means Jesus? Well, you'll have a hard time getting him. But perhaps some other sort of holy person. That was almost a bear trap

on accident that you pulled off. God? God. Should I have God bless the rule? You're in some mood right now. You're in some mood right now. No, I mean, Jesus, you're talking about an exorcism?

Maybe. The rumor of the 70s was that this all started with a Ouija board game gone wrong in 1961. Really? That shit's made by Hasbro. Not in the 60s, it wasn't. Anyway, it's just a rumor. The only person on campus who would know is Tom Moeen and an admin. I've tried to talk to him before, but he refuses to see me. Did he go here in 1961?

Yes, and he was staying in Riley. We need to talk to him. I need to know what the fuck is happening, or I won't be able to live the rest of my life as a well-adjusted person. I suppose we could try to chase him down on campus. Can we talk to him tomorrow? We can try. Mr. Mouin wouldn't see us that day or the next.

We tried to catch him on his lunch hour, and then again while he was leaving work, but he got around us every time. He was soon clear that the old man was actively avoiding us. Lydia and I had seen little of each other since we continue to sleep in other dorms. I went back to our room twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Usually the other room was silent, but that didn't make me feel better. I could always sense something on the other side of the wall, somehow watching me.

Felt like the calm before the storm. Thursday before Halloween, I came back to the dorm to shower in the evening much later than usual. I'd seen Lydia that afternoon, and she'd informed me that she had enough clothes stored at mics to last until graduation, I knew I'd be there alone. I showered down the hall in the safety of the bathrooms and then walked back to my room to change. I was supposed to meet Ian in half an hour to head out to a party

and I wanted to get out here and I wanted to get out of here as quick as possible. Since the silence was unnerving me, I threw my iPod on the docking station and turned up ACDC. Why does she introduce ACD? C.K. Walker loves ACDC. Absolutely loves it.

Highway to hell? Why do weig not? yeah what's it why not they turn it up yeah yeah yeah I'm a way to thrill shoot to thrill you're right I'm on a highway to hell start thank you

I don't know any reason I'll take it on the one way you run no stabbles speedy in there I'm gonna get that you

come on the highway to hell highway to hell you know you know the more we read C.K. Walker, the more I find her just like you haven't found her endearing before? I've always thought she was, like, when we started the show,

Barrasca was, I was, like, the scariest story I've ever read, you know, when I was younger. Um, but it's like, like, not really the tropes,

but like the commonalities I see continue are like, they're nice. Like, like, like the fact that she brings up ACDC. I would say a lot of her stores very playful. Yeah. Yeah.

You know, I think that there's like a very like, almost like a fantastical charm to them. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. I think a lot of them do not take themselves super seriously. no with the dialogue it must have like it's there's always like some no which was the biggest problem I had with barasca five that I feel like a lot of it was we don't talk about that anymore yeah yeah but I just yeah I got dressed and then stood in front of the mirror to dry my hair I flip my head over and blow dried upside down to try and give my hair some volume when I flip my head back up and shut off the blow dryer I immediately noticed the silence in the room that wasn't all I noticed I wasn't in my dorm anymore

Behind me Was reflected the dusty bed frames And large open windows of room 733 Spun around in a panic to find that I was actually standing in my own room Looked back at the mirror to see that 733 still reflected there Slight movement behind me was all it took to make me run I grabbed my purse and phone And I fled from my room slamming the door behind me

On the elevator ride down I called Alice I can't do it anymore I said when she picked up I can't go back to that room again. I can't ever go back. What happened? I told her. Jesus, what do you want to do?

I need to talk to someone who knows what the fuck is going on. Is Tom Mohn the only person we know was here in 1961? The only one I know of, maybe we can get him on his way in tomorrow morning. We'll just corner him and refuse to move until he tells us something. He comes in at 6.30, according to the schedule I have. He wanted to meet me outside the Starbucks and the atry. Fuck yeah I do I have class of 730 but I'll blow it off

Okay see you then I wasn't usually much for parties But I was glad I was going to one that night As soon as we got there I asked Ian to get me a drink Since I wasn't always much of a drinker He gave me a raised eyebrow He gave me a brief synopsis of what happened earlier Hoping he wouldn't think I was crazy

Ian made me a Scotch and Coke He was the first of many Around midnight I went to have a cigarette And checked my phone At a voicemail from Lydia left at 1104 p.m. Hey, Becca, listen, I just, I have a huge fucking fight with Mike. He won't. I guess his friend decided that for Halloween this year, all the new brothers have to spend the night in the suicide room.

It harked dorm. I just, I can't fucking take it. He knows what's been going on with us, and he's still agreed to do this. He's now trying to convince me that Sigma Chai is behind all this stuff that's been going on in 733, because they've been trying to drum up buzz for their Halloween deal. I can't. I hit End and threw my phone in my back. No wonder Lydia was pissed.

This was not good. Not good at all. Found Ian inside and asked him to take me home. I was suddenly very stressed, very tired, and very drunk. When the alarm went off at 6 a.m., took everything I had to pull myself out of bed. I got dressed in the clothes I wore the night before and shuffled my way across campus to the atrium.

Alice was already there with a black coffee in hand. I figure you need this. What the f-what? what she laughed what i figured you need this where did that voice come from what is this performance you're putting on here

i think you need because i know it's going to sound weird by trying to do the girl voice so it's like i figure you need this just say i figured you need this it says she laughed okay what have you ever put that much emphasis on a laugh

it's okay i figure you need this how'd you know your text I texted you last night yeah and about one you told me about Sigma Chi Sigma Chi you're talking about Cygma Chi

it's not Cygma Oh God yeah Sigma Kai I'm pretty sure Yeah Oh God yeah Yeah You can tell me about

Signa, Kai. It's so close to the left. I can't read it. He's like a human spider. Oh, God, yeah. Oh. Oh, God. Yeah.

I push my sunglasses. I'm up my nose. He's leaned all the way into the laptop waiting for the next line to come. I have to be prepared. I'm a professional. This is my life now with this fucking laptop. I pushed my sunglasses higher up my nose

and pulled my hood lower over my eyes. These guys are idiots. Remember how I told you that's crafty? What if the point of messing with you was to make 733 provocative, you know, to seduce people into going inside? No one has been in that room for years. Can you imagine how hungry that thing is?

Do you think they're really at risk? I asked as I sat down on the steps to the admin building. Yeah. In fact, the only thing they have going for them is that those suicide victims were alone in the room of their deaths. So it'll be less powerful with all them there. Theoretically, we know a lot more if we knew what it was. And we can't know what it is without knowing how it got here.

And that's why we need Mowin. What time is it supposed to get here? actually 20 minutes ago It was another half hour before we resigned ourselves to the fact that Mr. Mowen It snuck around us as usual We went to the front office hoping to beg again For an appointment with him anyway

The woman at the Abandesse regarded us coldly Tom isn't coming in today Or any other day for that matter He quit yesterday Looks like you won't be harassing him anymore We weren't harassing him We just desperately needed to talk to him We still do

Well you won't get any of his personal information for me. What? So this guy is like these students of mine won't leave me alone. I'm gonna quit my job. He's like going here on campus. He's like, oh, ooh. He's like, what the fuck, man?

Oh, God. Do the degree his secretary's like, yeah, you can't bother him no more. And guess what? Like it made sense to her that he would quit his job to not talk to teachers. You realize you're a tenured professor, right?

I would 100% assume 100% assume that he was having an affair with him. Yeah, not here. Not here. Yeah. I quit. I quit. Don't let them talk to me.

I'm done. Do not touch me. Do not touch me. What the fuck do we do now? Without Tom Mowen, there's nothing left to do. Alice Fock. I can't go back into that room. Well, then I guess it's good.

Your transfers came through. They did? Yep. I got the notice when I checked my work email this morning. You're going to the Morton and Lydia's going to Tinsley. thank god i thought you'd be happy about that i also convinced my boss not to assign anyone else to that to room 734 thank fuck the only thing is you won't be able to move until monday i can't last the weekend especially now that the end is in sight i have to tell lydia

open my phone to pull up lydia's number but my attention was caught by the red one badge over the voicemail logo i hit play is the rest of the message from last night even look at his dumb fucking face anymore, so I'm going to head home. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I'm drunk enough to sleep through any of the bullshit from next door. I'm just so fucking pissed off right now. I'd rather honestly deal with dumb shit

that Michael, my parents must be siblings because of that fucking retarded Benson. Let's hang on tomorrow. Love you. C.K. Walker really come through. Michael, my parents must be siblings because I'm that fucking retarded Benson's a pole. That's crazy.

God damn. Drop my word. C.K. wasn't really holding back on that motherfucker. God damn. The message ended. God damn it. Let's give me a questioning look. Lydia Smith had died in our dorm.

All's cringed. She's safe, though, right? As long as she doesn't go into... She cringed. She's safe, though, right? Does she become like Germit the frog all at once? Yeah, there's more of the easy screen. She's safe, though, right?

She's safe, though, right? As long as she doesn't go into 733, she won't. I thought of the always open large windows on the corner room If nothing else the mere thought of those Would keep Lydia the hell out of that room Good, well Since we have nothing else to do

Do you want to go look for theology books in the library It's probably the only thing open right now Sure Would it be in a theology book Also Alice has done all this research But she hasn't gone to the library Also I'm like If you want to go look at theology books

Now Yeah it's like we're reading about Odin And Jesus It's like I don't think that's gonna help you and go look at theology books. It's the only thing open right now now. Now I don't. Thanks for asking. Thanks for it. Thanks for asking. That's I believe. Even though to be fair, C.K. Walker did give us the pass.

Did she? Is that how that works? Kind of. We really care. It's canon, technically. Okay. Well, his parents are siblings. Yeah, of course. But also I'd be like, oh, fucking Alice, the fucking terrible idea machine,

whatever. Don't believe that one. Leave that one. You bleep that too. No. You bleep the whole thing. One long continuous beep. The little old lady who sat behind the library's checkout desk must have been a thousand years old.

Ms. Stapley's eyes were small and watery and her skin looked like it was melting off of her skull. Jesus fucking Christ, what a monster behind that desk? Warmer's been like just like the best couple characters. Still, she was nice and knowledgeable and she sent us in the right direction for books on demonology, though she gave us a curious look as she did.

There wasn't much. Read everything we could, but it either wasn't relevant or wasn't in English. We returned to her desk 30 minutes later. Oh, do you have anything on the occult? The occult? Ah! Her voice trailed off.

Yes, I do. Over there to the left of the reference section. Okay, thanks. Sorry, I'm too hung over to use the Dewey Decimal System. I don't think that she likes the look of us. Ellis whispered as we walked away. Or our look or our subject matter. Probably neither.

Then the hour, we were back up at her desk, having struck out again. We could tell she was getting annoyed As her eyes narrowed suspiciously at us As we approached Sorry, do you know where we could find something On seances or Ouija boards or Now listen, girls Miss Staples stood up from her desk

And looked over her glasses at us I really hope this is for class It is It's not Alice answered simultaneously It's personal research Research What kind of?

research. Look, we're not going to mess with a Ouija board or anything. Good. Stapley smoothed her pleaded pants and set back down. Because I can't have this sort of thing going on here again. Again? The older woman suddenly looked very uncomfortable and started fidgeting with a stack of books on her desk. We may have something on Francis.

Mrs. Stapley, we're researching what happened Riley in 1960s. and also what's been happening there ever since. Well, it's no secret, is it? A student committed suicide in that room. Dreadful, but not unheard of on the university campus. Five students. But you know that right. Alice was suddenly talking very fast.

Because it sounds like you're well-versed in this story. Please tell us how this started we might be able to find an end to it. Ended? Stapley's voice became quieter but more concentrated. Don't be so... Eric, young lady, you can't end it. People have always died in that room, and they always will. There's no end to it, so you best stay away from it.

But maybe if we knew how it started that... It started just as you think it did. But everyone that was involved is either very old or very dead by now. Just stay away from the room. Concentrate on your studies. I leaned over her desk. Well, I love to But they assign my friend to me to the room next door

Maybe Maybe you could forget about all the suicides But we can't It won't fucking let us Young lady, I never forget His tapeley's voice was even quieter now I'm shy No, no

I think that's where it's at My friend Ellen was very My friend Ellen was very fast To be killed in that room She was my very best friend and not a night goes by It went British there She was a very best friend

And not a night goes by That I don't imagine her wiggling out of that tiny window Standing upon the cold legend of bare feet And jumping off the seventh floor of that building I'm really sorry I didn't know Yes well these are old wounds my dear Now girls I suggest you request a room assignment Room reassignment immediately

No one should be living on the seventh floor of that building if that's all I'm going to tell you about it. Why would she just stop there? And that's, and I'm done. I don't think she knows anymore beyond like there were creepy things and then it culminated with her friend killing herself. I see. They'd probably be the same like we heard a voice, we heard knocking stuff.

Right. Alice sighed but resigned herself to a nod. We wouldn't learn anything more here. Still, it was quite a breakthrough. At least we had some information now. Alice walked away and I made to follow. her but my feet wouldn't move something was bothering me small yet poignant word had been buried in miss stably's story a word that suddenly seemed very important uh miss stapletley i asked a tired old woman

at the desk why did you refer to the windows in 733 tiny because i've seen the windows and they're huge like five feet tall dear you're thinking of the corner room that's a supply closet room 733 is the is next door to that no that's room 734 yes well it is now when they put the additional rooms on the south hall they moved all the room numbers down that's fun that's a fun twist yeah at the end yeah also like oh there's a thing or less like it's tricky it'll trick you and then this was actually a trick i didn't see coming when when she was had the voicemail from her friend i'm like oh maybe the voicemails fake or something but I didn't think about the room skinning switch and it coming from the tiny windows that's fun yeah that's fun oh my god I suddenly felt very hot and very dizzy that sneaky fucker alice whispered next to me her skin paling lydia we took off across the campus at a dead run witnessed only by the few bleary-eyed students on their way to morning classes when riley finally came into view I stumbled on the pavement as my blood turned to ice from our vantage point we could

clearly see the windows of the corner room were closed the first and only time i had ever seen that way window to my room was open we ran into the lobby pushing past several latte sipping ugg boot wearing freshmen who had just gotten off the elevator i hit seven and watched the doors close more slowly than they ever had before i leaned against the wall trying to steady my breathing alice how the fuck did this happen i don't know i don't fucking know she's been in there all night Alice in our room alone. Alice shook her head but had nothing to say. When the doors finally opened on floor seven, we saw a quiet, deserted hallway. I ran toward my room with Alice right behind me. Rounding the corner, I threw open my door hoping it wasn't locked and it wasn't. Lydia looked back at me.

And for one breathless moment, cruel glimmer of hope crossed over her tear-streaked face. But it was too late. The next second, she leaned forward so slightly, and she was gone. She screamed the entire way down. Alice ran to the ledge where Lydia had been while I stood motionless. She stuck her head out of the window and looked down just as a different kind of screaming

started from the bottom floor. Alice closed her hand over her mouth and pulled her head back into the room as tears of shock ran down her ghost white face. The screaming from outside got louder as more people saw what remained of my best friend on the cold pavement. I leaned back against the dresser

and slumped to the floor. a falling death Lydia never wanted a falling death I absentmindedly picked up one of the pictures that were strewn all over the floor was a picture of Lydia's mother she was dead I picked up another picture

it was Lydia's baby sister she was dead too there were dozens of pictures just like it all over the floor Lydia had been busy all night as for the things depicted in them I cannot tell you Lydia was a talented artist and I only saw a few

before I got sick on the floor next to me. Alice was standing in the doorway, yelling something down the hall. I don't know what she was saying because all I could hear was a high-pitched wine in the room. Suddenly a piece of paper slid out from under the crack in the closet door and glided across the floor towards me. I picked it up and studied it for a moment. This was drawn by Lydia too, but it wasn't like the others. It was a picture of the closet from my exact vantage point.

In the drawing, the door was cracked, and there was something. something looking back at me from the darkness. Put the paper down and studied the closet. The door was cracked open, just like the picture. I squinted my eyes and tried to see inside. Just as I started to distinguish the defined lines of a long face looking back at me, Alice pulled me to my feet. We did to get out of here.

I thought I heard her say. I never went back into that room. My parents moved my things and I spent the rest of the semester in an apartment off campus. I transferred to an out-of-state school for my spring semester and finished my degree there. Every night, I dream of Lydia pulling herself through the tiny window, shimmying out on the cold ledge, standing up and knowing there's nothing between her body and the terrifying abyss in front of her. I watch her look down several stories to the black pavement below and realize, though not accept, her terrible fate. I see the blind horror across her familiar features.

I hear her wildly pounding heart desperately trying to race through every beat of the life she should have lived knowing it only has mere seconds. I watch her look back at me and I watch her fall. It's been nine years since that night. Every fall semester for nine years,

I've called resident services to see which storms are open for new student assignments. Riley's always open. Seventh floor is closed. This year, life and work got in the way and I called much later than usual. It was put on hold immediately. Resonant services.

The man finally answered. Were you the one asking about the open rooms in Riley? Yes, that's me. We're entirely filled up and there's a waiting list for Riley. But as it happens, you actually have great timing. May no promises, but we may be able to get you in. We just got approval this morning. Approval for what?

We're opening up the seventh floor. What a fun story. That's the end of it. That's a great little war. always knows how to do it. Yeah. Yeah. What a nice, like, haunted college room, room 733.

Room 733. Nice, quick characters. The build up between the two roommates was great. I love the emphasis that she puts, too, of like, oh, isn't that just a horrible way to fall? And that ends up being her fate. It's like such a nice little, and it's not drawn. You know, it isn't drawn out. It's just a little thing.

The only thing I would say is that it's a bit too convenient. You want to go look at theology books, and then you get the last job. Yeah, the excuse was like, we needed them to be away to run into the library girl. Totally, totally. I mean, it's still fun.

So had a great time. And also, too, just tragic. Very, like, very fast too at the end, just kind of like a nice punch in the gut.

Yeah, yeah. Which really fun. She, last moment, something compelled her. It's like forcing her out. She has drawings of her like going to kill her family.

And it's like, so it's an excuse to everyone else of like, oh, well, they were clearly mentally deranged. And that's why they took their own line. But it's like she's being forced to draw all of them. and then she has the tears streaked phase.

She's about to die. It's like it possesses you almost to do it. I like, too, that there just really wasn't any information on the ghost. It just is a hunting. It just is. It has yellow eyes and it came from a Ouija board, they say. That's all we know. Simply is.

Yeah. Something got invited in there during a game of Ouija boards never left. For a ghost story like this, that's kind of what you want to. Yeah. It just is. You know, it's just there's, it's around us. There's this, the idea, too, of the entire time of them trying to figure out why, or how was the downfall of the trickery.

You know what I mean? So it's like part of the trickery was like driving you mad to be like what like just trying to make sense of something that's completely senseless. Yeah. Which is pretty sick. I liked it.

It was a fun little little campfire story. Yeah. It was very fun. Always can rely on C.K. Walker, can't you? Except when it's part five of another story. But other than that, loved her. Yeah.

I thought it was great. All in all, I mean, fuck, that was just a fun, a fun read all around. Also, I had a stroke. You did a few times. Multiple times. Yeah, I don't know because normally, not so much this time.

A lot of the time, like, it's not that bad, but you just, like, get super down on yourself about it. But this time, you did both. Like, you were super down on yourself, but there's been good lately, too. I feel like I've been really solid lately. And then now all of a sudden, I don't know why. Can you hold the computer up so I can see what the text, how big the text is on your end? Okay, show the audience. So have you?

Just point up. Have you considered classes? I really don't think it's class. I think I'm dyslexic. Okay. I think I'm dyslexic and I'm trying. What's your vision? 20-20, baby.

Okay. You were taking a reading comprehension test like for dyslexia and stuff? I don't know. Okay. I also just think I might just be really stupid. You're not. That's the thing. Well,

that's why I'm worried about you because you're not a dumb man. You're like, There's a so... I want to kill myself in this room right now. I want to kill myself in this room right now. That's our episode. Thank you so much for watching us on YouTube, listening to us on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, all that jazz. And, of course, thank you to our awesome patrons who support the channel.

Get a little extra kickback on the side for content. And we will see you in the next one, guys. We'll see you in the next one. Also, I had one bear trap. I had none. That means I won that. I had one, or no, that was a last story, the Jesus one. Oh, that's Jesus in this one.

I had one bear trap. No, that doesn't count because... You said that was a bear, he, you said it was a bear trap earlier. I mockingly said it was a bear trap because the character says Jesus and you go, Jesus. Oh, wait, Jesus. And then the other character goes, I don't think you could get him. He did. And you said, well, you kind of had a future bear trap.

And I was like, that's what I was being a little... That's what you kind of, you get half of one. I'll give you that. So that's a full rear back of a bear trap. That is a locked leg in that bear trap. Oh, mine. Perfect timing. Look at that.

Light went out. Okay. I win. Bye. No. I don't know. You know. I don't know.

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