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Hi all,
Well, my name's Scott, and I just thought I'd share something that happened
a while back. As anyone(especially my roommate)who knows me can tell you,
I am a *very* heavy sleeper. One night, when my roommate was off in
Portland for his grandfather's funeral, I was suddenly awakened. I don't
know what it was that woke me up, and it doesn't really matter to the
story. The point is that I heard what sounded like muffled footsteps
outside in the hall, like someone was dragging their feet. I looked at the
clock, saw that it was 1:30 a.m. Now, since it is not at all unusual for
people to be up at this hour on a Saturday night, I figured I'd get up and
see who it was. I thought it was probably Steffan, the weird guy who used
to live down the hall from us, and who felt like it was his duty to walk
into our room unannounced at any time of night, and I planned to beat him to
it. I walked to the door, opened it, and looked out into the hall.
Nothing, of course. But I still heard the steps, and they were coming down
the hall toward my room. I was, well, I was basically scared shitless, but
I stood there, waiting. The steps continued, they walked right past me, and
down to the far end of the hall, which is two doors down from me. Then
they stopped. Well, that's my story. It's true, so there!
Scott Harris
Harrsc@wwc.edu
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