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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

a true anecdote

When I was a freshman in college in the fall of ’71 I took a night class. There was a guy that I took notice of in the hallway. He was different. He didn’t have that hippie look like the other guys. He was clean cut. Like a doctor. All he needed was a lab coat.

He was average height, thin, slick blond hair parted on the side and he wore glasses. He had that every-parent’s-dream-for-their-daughter look.

Even though I never met him I felt I knew him. I saw him often in the hallway. Someone called his name once so I knew his last name.

Over a week-end I read in the local newspaper he was killed in a car crash.

I didn’t want to go back to class.

I felt like his ghost might be there. (Hey. I was 18!) It was just plain creepy.

But I went back just the same.

I walked into the hallway and felt like I was walking into a morgue.

I went into my classroom and sat down. People filed in, some were seated and talking, but nothing said about the dead guy. Nobody seemed worried about the dead guy’s ghost either. It seemed I was the only one.

A week or two passed. I hadn't seen hide nor hair of the dead guy's ghost.

Even though the eerie feeling continued it wasn't as bad. So that night I was sitting in class waiting for it to start.

Suddenly the “ghost” stuck its head in the door. It was the dead guy! But he was smiling and talking to someone in my class.

I almost died.

I told the girl next to me I thought that guy was DEAD!

She smiled and said “he’s not dead.”

I think she gathered I mistook him for the dead guy. He had the same last name.

Submitted: December 09, 2018

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