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Welcome back to Greek Cast.

Today we're going to be reading a story from C.K.

Walker, a household favorite on the channel.

And this story is called Room 733.

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.

Brick.

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 say for work tabs.

That is true.

That's a good sign.

Good sign.

And I said, well, is it a good sign or is the writer a coward?

CK Walker, we know for a fact she's not afraid.

Yeah, the Baraska 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 bit.

I like a nice ghost story.

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 baston loves

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Some designs are pretty cool.

Designs are.

I will say the designs are specific.

All right.

Well, that out of the way.

Are you ready to begin?

Room

733.

Room 733.

Let's see what is in store for us today.

I'm scared.

This side room.

Okay, well.

The unalive room.

Yeah.

There we go.

We're saved.

Thank you.

We're saved.

Thank you, YouTube.

Thank you, YouTube.

The 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 too 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 work fast.

She said, taking in our.

I'm giving some big girl energy.

I really need a real bag, dude.

Wow.

You girls really work fast.

So what about that as opposed to the last one made it not big?

Wow.

Oh, the voice.

You're hitting that scary carry a little bit.

A little bit.

Yeah.

You know, I saw a piece.

So you were talking about 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 blossom girl, doing scary carries makeup.

And I was like, oh.

That was my equivalent of you thinking of train during the one story.

It is the gayest song of all time.

It really is.

Yeah.

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.

You know, you know how it works on the internet.

I shouldn't have said anything.

You shouldn't have said anything.

Bleep it.

Bleep it all out.

Bleep it.

It's been bleeped.

Or unless you knew

that's how it works.

So you did it to bring attention to it.

No?

Ruth?

Wow,

you girls really work fast.

She said, taking in our made beds and hung up clothes.

Beth picked up a drawing of Cthulhu that looked...

What?

What?

Just that quick.

The arcane drawings.

Beth picked up a drawing of Cthulhu that Lydia had done over the summer.

She turned it sideways, studying it.

Is this the Kroken from the Pirates of the Caribbean?

I'm glad that you mispronounced it on purpose.

That was a good touch.

What?

Is this the Kroken?

Is it Kraken?

I've never heard someone say Kroken.

I thought you were doing that on purpose.

It feels accurate for the character to be like, is this a Kroken?

Is this the Kraken from the Prophet?

I don't know, no, no.

I liked it better with the Kroken, but I thought you were doing it on purpose.

Do you actually call it the Kroken?

I don't know.

Why not?

What?

Kroken?

That's what you call the giant squid monster?

Like a crock pot?

Oh, Kraken.

Kroken.

Whatever.

Lydia glared at her over the top of her book.

So, anyway, I 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.

Beth pursed 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.

Hanger and 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 remind 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 with 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 the window.

All right, girls, seriously, periods have got to be in sync.

Someone died on this floor.

We've got to get our Minsis

really lined up.

Someone took the quick elevator down.

Yeah.

Hanging and jumping.

They're bouncing off the roofs and the windows.

Swing, swing, sweet chariot.

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 you hit the ground.

Oh, fuck, Becca.

Can you not?

Lydia glanced at the window and visibly shuddered.

You know, I fucking hate heights, and just talking about that shit is raising my blood pressure.

We could always- we could always move into this 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 to squeeze out that tiny window.

Yeah, well, remember, people were apparently smaller back then.

Lydia mumbled as she pushed her bed further away from the window.

Okay,

these are some catty bitches.

These kitties got claws.

These pussies got claws.

I don'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.

And the others are not, for some reason?

No, they're dogs.

Okay.

Well, I...

Okay.

Yeah, it's fun.

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 girl since we were in di- 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 fat frat pledged 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 I sat up in bed and strained to hear it again.

Lydia was also wide awake and listening.

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 mistaking 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 is hazing the freshman?

I shrugged.

Slam.

It shut.

Becca, I love you, but that was fucking stupid.

I threw a pillow at her.

Well, whoever it is, go tell them to knock 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.

Then do something.

Got out of bed and stomped to the door, threw it open 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.

I said when there was no answer.

Slam.

Dude, seriously.

I stepped back from the door and immediately noticed a problem.

Room 733 was padlocked shut from the outside.

Hurried 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 gotten 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 s ⁇ room.

Lydia scoffed and rolled over to go back to sleep.

You should have been a drone 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 were 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...

Well, we talked about it with Deepwoods, where it feels very like coming of age a lot of the time.

Yeah, I think there's even like two college freshmen kind of vibe.

I like the back and forth between them so far.

And like I said, these little bitches got fangs.

And i like it also the nice deal art major political science major leftist scum kidding what is that again

no you have to leave that one in there you're leaving that one in there um

it reminds me of um

just like little story like around campus we always had there were 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 baby house ghost, and it was always like a thing where it was like it was like a liberal arts building kind of thing, but it was like an old, old, old house.

So it's supposed to be like the person who first lived there was roaming the hall.

So yeah, I feel like I feel like at every college, there's always like one building or one area that has some kind of

this place.

Granted,

I've never heard of someone being like, this is this

room.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, we had some dark ones at our 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.

Um,

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 the 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 uh, like a janitor was there, and he just saw women on fire everywhere.

It's like, well, that's pretty.

Yeah, that's kind of funny.

I just, I would love to, I would love to hear other people if someone had anything as intense as like s room.

Uh, I don't think that's a good thing.

Because like

a title is pretty crazy, the s room.

Can you imagine if it was like the anal cottage?

What's that

campus?

You're like, what?

There's that

goes around all the time.

I blew that.

What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

Did you not even hear it?

No, what did he say?

No.

It's like that meme that's going around where someone modded Left 4 Dead to where all the stores say evil ass

building.

I don't see that meme.

Okay, all right.

Well, it's pretty funny.

It was on the Creepcast subreddit.

Yeah, everyone made jokes about that being Baraska.

Evil Assistant.

This is the shiny gentleman coming in.

Anyways, like it so far.

Kind of like a a little Scooby-Doo vibe.

It's fun.

Yeah, it's fun.

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 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 A moment went by, and then I heard the knocking again.

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 was nothing there but clothes and boxes.

She made a swipe of her arm as if to say, what now?

I swear, Becca, 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 sensed 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 s odd room.

Right.

We heard about the deaths.

I sat down on my bed.

Yeah, it's pretty fucked up.

Three s all in one dorm room.

Three?

Lydia raised her eyebrow.

We were told there 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 s ⁇ s in the same dorm room is fucking disturbing.

Lydia said in an apologetic tone.

I heard that's something in the- Yeah, I heard there's something in that room.

Like what?

No one knows.

Whatever you're someone has a new theory.

Usually right 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?

Nah, just 733.

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?

Ian sat down on the bed next to me and I leaned against his shoulder.

Yeah, but they wouldn't keep us together.

Becca 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 after 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 whisperer 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 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 out of that fucking room, you asshole.

Silence.

And then the doorknob started to turn.

I don't 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 into 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 bedframes along the other.

A few rotting 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 shudder racking through my body.

The moonlight, which had been providing enough light to see into the room, suddenly vanished and I saw only pitch black inside.

Blinked rapidly trying to adjust my night vision.

I squeezed 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

I screamed and 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 campfire story right now.

Yeah, yeah.

This is 100% like scared the kiddos kind of thing.

Yeah, 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 an intersection or something, just pees 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 and it's just some guy.

So 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.

That's more understandable.

Everywhere 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

school I went to is like the faculty have made posts where they're like, whoever's fine this is going to be immediately faced with like, you know, academic probation, blah, blah, blah, whatever.

So the, 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.

A real vigilante.

I'm Batman.

Batman.

I'm the hero this.

campus needs.

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There's no denying that things were escalating.

The next morning, Lydia and I put in dorm change requests with resident services and hoped for the best.

In the meantime, we agreed to never be alone in our dorm room at night.

Either we both spent the night at home or neither of us did.

Started spending most nights with our respective boyfriends.

I told Ian everything that had happened and he suggested I maybe talk to the Campus Paranormal Society.

Yeah, they'll know what to do.

Yeah, well, you know, fucking weird that is, I'd be like, what?

Have you tried like, have they found you born yeah exactly babe have you talked to what have you talked to the ghost hunters on campus maybe they could help you hunt these ghosts they'll probably help you out seriously with the ucky room

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 confer with both 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

move request.

We loitered 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 fastball, straight down center plane, bases loaded.

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.

Pretty much.

A vengeful spirit.

A spirit?

I very much doubted that that's what we we were dealing with.

Yeah.

Answered one of the not Craigs.

That's ghost of the hut.

That's ghost of the lay person.

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

almost always result in an angry ghost.

They need revenge.

Revenge on whom?

On other students.

Perhaps his particular spur was bored into taking his own life?

And now he takes $20.

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 Womb was having this much activity.

It's really very exciting.

Great.

Well, thank you for your time.

Lydia said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair do you want to set something up for this weekend tell you what we'll call you i think it's uh hilarious that the campus paranormal research society did not realize the demon room was

we had some equing at the spreads 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 with 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 have really put us on the map.

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Lydia hurried me out of the room wearing a weary look and we didn't speak again until we were almost to the admin building.

That was a waste of time.

Look, I'm not disagreeing with you, but Becca, 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.

It 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 into 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

keep sleeping at Mike and Ian's until we get reassigned?

I just want this to end.

Lydia crossed her arms and stared straight ahead.

We all wanted this to end.

Even if living next to that room wasn't scary, it sure as hell distracting.

Alright, well, I mean, you're probably safe during daylight hours, so as long as you don't spend nights there, we should be okay.

Our room is only ghost adjacent after all.

And

our new assignments will come through it soon.

Checked my watch.

Fuck, it's almost two.

Shit, really?

I gotta 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 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, well, what do we do?

What do we do?

And some person's like, I just want to do it.

It's like, okay.

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 can get Chinese.

I just want to eat.

I didn't think of that.

There's nothing I hate more in any social situation.

Like, legitimately, this is one of my biggest pet peeves is what I do.

What are you feeling?

Anything will do.

Oh, my God.

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.

Chicken sandwich?

Every time.

Which is lovely.

Like a message.

Because so many times 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.

Hunter to people he cares about and invites into home.

That's what I do.

My shadow's on the wall at night.

Yeah, the fucking room my friend's staying in is going to be the fucking suicide.

733 is 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.

They're not happy with you.

Me and Allison, I haven't heard literally even a mouse.

Maybe they're afraid of you.

It's that calm and quiet.

It's so silent that it's so painfully loud.

The silence is so painfully loud.

Justin said he heard chains and someone moaning.

That was just Hunter upstairs holding chains.

Meanwhile, downstairs, me and Justin are doing like the Scooby-Doo, like run.

Light is a feather, stiffness board.

Light is a feather, stiff as a board

i'm floating dude i'm floating

that's what happened

yeah

that's your house yeah 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 on riley aren't you she caught me off guard yeah one of them i mean how'd you know sorry i overheard you

I was just a fall across my desk a few days ago, and 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 in 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 rooms rooms aren't ready yet, but I've pushed them through as a priority.

For right now, though, you're stuck.

It just isn't anywhere else to put you.

Aside, figured as much.

I'm Alice.

And look,

I've actually done a lot of research on the Riley cards, 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 four today.

Thanks.

We just came from the Paranormal Society on campus.

Say no more.

Yeah, so I'll definitely see you at four.

Great.

All of a sudden, smiled.

Is this going to be like a whole fucking hereditary thing where you think that it's a good, that it's a person who's like, oh, I've been, I can help you.

I can 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 I've been trying to give him a vessel all the same.

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.

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.

So she's trying to get a female body for her boyfriend.

No, no, she's a lesbian.

Okay.

You said boyfriend.

Well, yeah, I messed it up.

The story's now changed.

Okay, that's fine.

Continue.

What titty size cup are you again?

D.

Okay.

Whoa.

I was like, bingo was his name.

When you pause after what size, I'm like, am I supposed to participate here?

What size?

D.

Hi-O!

Bingo was his name-o.

I like how this side tangent is you fantasize

being a a lesbian with an attractive B-I-N-G-O.

Bingo was his NAMO.

Coaching!

Why are you doing all this?

No reason.

Sometimes you look like a Sesame Street Muppet.

The fuck is that?

What control you have over your face?

Like the expressions you make.

I'm not a puppet.

I'm a man.

You got heated over that quick.

Like immediately.

Not a pup, I'm a man.

Okay?

B-I-N-G-O is as big as his name.

You have the biggest eyes of anyone I've ever met.

What?

What?

Your eyes are hairy.

I got hair too.

Your eyes are huge.

Like, when you're standing close to the house.

You look like a Russian nesting doll.

What does that mean?

What do you even mean by that?

Google, pull up an 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 me is contorted?

Black.

Soulless eyes.

Oh.

And really no emotion on the face, just this.

And I expect...

I could go up to you, I could pop off your laugh, and there'd be an even smaller version of you on the inside doing this.

And I would just be like...

keep doing it, he would just get smaller and smaller until there was one that was like this big.

He was just like this.

That's what I expect.

I do.

I do that.

Wow, wow, bro.

And I keep putting back on angels, just

wow, dude.

You got me.

Good, good, roast, bro.

I thought a roast, you know,

flamed me.

You know what?

Russian nesting doll.

I stand by it.

Was that even...

Okay.

Also, it's not a roast, Isaiah.

That's just what I think.

You just think I'm a Russian nesting doll.

What'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've ever seen?

No, I thought that was just an observation.

It was an observation, but I was more.

That's what I was doing.

That's part of the reason you look so so expressionate.

You can control your expression so well.

You have big features that you can manipulate easily.

I think you look like a Russian nesting doll.

See, that one has some malice.

There's no, there's no, because what way, 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, you look like a Russian doll.

What do I do with that?

No.

What does that even mean?

Russian nesting doll.

Yeah, yeah, I was here.

I I remember.

At least a Russian doll.

Okay.

What am I supposed to get out of that?

There's a little me inside of me.

And then a slight meal.

I do what 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 our 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 aren'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.

in broad fucking daylight.

However, every time I look up from the street, the windows to 733 are are open.

Oh, it's not in.

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 room 733.

I snorted.

You know, snort?

Uh, you're doing the voice lines.

Are you kidding me?

I'd never go in there.

Is it gonna be like, you gotta 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 what I think it is?

It's because I feel so defeated about the Russian nesting doll thing that he thought that 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.

Did it hurt your feelings?

You know what?

I think it did.

It hurt your feelings that you called me a Russian nesting doll and I said that I just asked what the insult was.

No, no, no.

You know what you did?

You looked at me, you said, you did.

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 in thinking it was supposed to be one.

Well, then I want an apology.

For thinking.

Yeah, for saying that I thought that I thought that you thought that I was roasting you.

No.

I'm not giving you that.

I'm not giving you that at all.

Well,

for the record, I don't think you're in any danger.

As much as it sucks, you guys simply are casualty.

You see, say I have room 733.

I snorted.

Are you kidding?

Did you reset just so you could again?

It's a very natural read.

Are you kidding?

I'm 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 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, then let my eyes wander around the room.

I hadn't really noticed the decor before, but to say Alice had an interest in the occult was an understatement.

There's just like a giant Bathman statue and like pentagrams everywhere.

How long have you had that?

It's like a gargoyle 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 in an evil place?

Is this a bad place?

This isn't the other s bedroom, is it?

What do you call it?

Is this a s room?

Is this one room felt like

I want to kill myself?

I'm looking around this room.

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 the s bedroom.

I'm going to kill myself in this room.

I'm going to do it anyway.

This is about me the second room.

Everywhere is a single thing.

Walgreens down the street.

Where am I at?

I can't see any situation where I would be compelled to enter that room.

I know.

But

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 like how 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 1960.

Can you give her like a feminine version of like the um actually

all right?

So pretty much does

yeah, well, yeah, well, not everyone is inclined to do that web of weird social I do.

Let's see.

There was Ellen Burnham in 1961.

She jumped out the window.

She was a very first.

And then Tad Collinsworth in 1963.

He jumped too.

Moisa Gwig in 1975.

She hung herself.

Edwin Murphy in 1979.

She jumped.

And then Erbit Dowston in 1992.

He hung himself.

Five suicides.

How could the university still let people live in there?

They don't, apparently.

That's why it says a pie worm.

And back then, well,

every few years,

once everyone who would remember that had grat

well.

It's good.

It's a good voice.

Well, every few years, once everyone who would remember that he he had graduated...

Once everyone...

Well...

Are you a kid?

I'm not good at reading.

It's not that.

Take a minute.

Take a breather.

Well,

every few years, once everyone who would remember had graduated, the room would be reassigned.

This is before the internet.

You know, the incoming freshmen were clueless.

But after that last one, Eric Douston, 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's 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 contained horrible, evil things that would make you physically sick to read or 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?

No,

I think it's an exclamation.

There's no question mark and that's that she's like, Jesus?

Like, God?

So she was, 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 rules?

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.

Moeen 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.

It was soon clear that the old man was actively avoiding us.

Lydia and I had seen little of each other since we continued 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.

The 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 Mike's to last until graduation, so 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 you to the child?

Into ACDC.

Loves ACDC.

Absolutely loves it.

Highway to hell.

Why the Fwig not?

Yeah, what's it?

Why not?

They turn it up.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Are you winning?

Shoot the thrill.

Shoot to thrill.

You're right.

That's highway to hell.

Highway to hell start.

Thank you.

Oh,

dang it.

I'm the one who ran.

No step legs.

Speedy in it.

I've got to get there too.

I'm on the highway to hell.

Highway to hell.

Highway to hell.

He's a don't stop it.

You know, the more we read CK Walker, the more I find her endearing.

Just like...

You haven't found her endearing before?

Well, I've always thought she was like, when we started the show, Baraska, it was like the scariest story I've ever read, you know, when I was younger.

But it's like,

not really the tropes, but like the commonalities I see continue are like, they're nice.

Like the fact that she brings up AC DC.

I would say a lot of her stories are very playful.

Yeah, yeah, very playful.

I think that there's there's like a very like almost like a fantastical charm to them.

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 5 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

flipped my head over and blow dried upside down to try and give my hair some volume.

When I flipped 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 bedframes and large open windows of room 733.

I 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 Moen the only person we know was here in 1961?

The only one I know of.

Maybe we can get him on his way in 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.

You want to meet me outside the Starbucks in the atrium?

Fuck yeah, I do.

I have classes 7:30, 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, gave him 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.

I had a voicemail from Lydia left at 11:04 p.m.

In our 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 bag.

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 worn 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?

It says she laughed.

What?

I figure you need this.

Where did that voice come from?

What is this performance you're putting on?

I figure you need this.

Because I know it's going to sound weird if I try doing the girl voice.

So it's like...

I'd figure you'd 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 figured you'd need this.

How'd you know?

Your text.

I texted you last night.

Yeah.

At about one.

You told me about Sigma Chi.

Sigma Chi.

You told me about Sigma Chi.

It's not Sigma.

Oh,

oh, God.

Sigma Kai, I'm pretty sure.

Oh, God.

Yeah.

You

Sigmack's little mouse.

Did you say Kai?

Sigmakai.

You should tell me about Sigmakai.

I can't read it.

Oh, God, yeah.

Oh, God, yeah.

I pushed my sunglasses higher up my nose and pulled

and pulled me

into the laptop waiting for the next line to come up.

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.

Those 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 would 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 Moen.

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.

Moen had 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 admin desk 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 from me.

What?

So this guy is like, these students of mine won't leave me.

What's that means?

He's like, I'm going to quit my job.

He's like going here on campus.

He's like, oh,

he's like,

what the fuck, man?

Oh, God.

To the degree his secretary is like, yeah, you can't bother him anymore.

And guess what?

Like, you won't harass him anymore.

That he would quit his job to not talk to her.

You realize you're a tenured professor, right?

I would 100% assume.

100% assume that he was having an affair with them.

Yeah.

Not here.

Not here.

Yeah.

I quit.

I quit.

Don't let them talk to me.

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?

Fuck.

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.

Oh, thank God.

I thought you'd be happy about that.

I also convinced my boss not to assign anyone else to room 734.

Thank fuck.

The only thing is, you won't be able to move until Monday.

I can't last through the weekend, especially now that the end is in sight.

I have to tell Lydia.

Out of my phone, I pull up Lydia's number, but my attention was caught by the red one badge over the voicemail logo.

I hit play.

It was the rest of the message from last night.

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 Ozzy deal with dumb shit that Michael, my parents must be siblings because I'm that fucking retarded Benson.

Let's hang out tomorrow tomorrow.

Love you.

CK walker really come through that.

Michael, my parents must be siblings because I'm that fucking retarded.

Benson's a pole.

Those are crazy.

God damn.

CK wasn't really holding back on that motherfucker.

God damn.

The message ended.

God damn it.

Alice gave me a questioning look.

Lydia Smith had died in our dorm.

Alice cringed.

She's safe, though, right?

As long as she doesn't go into it.

She cringed.

She's safe, though, right?

Did she become like Kermit 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 in 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 pretty much the only thing open right now.

Sure.

But it being a theology book.

Also, Alice has done all this research, but she hasn't gone to the library.

Also, I'm like...

Do you want to go look at theology books?

No.

Yeah, it's like, we're reading about Odin and Jesus.

It's like, I don't think that's going to help.

You want to go look at theology books?

It's the only thing open right now.

No.

No, I don't.

Thanks for asking.

Thanks for

asking.

That's unbelievable.

Even though, to be fair, C.K.

Walker did give us the pass.

Did she?

Is that how that works?

Kind of.

We really can't.

There's canon, technically.

Okay.

Well, his parents are siblings.

Yeah, of course.

But also I bet it's like, oh, fucking Alice, the fucking terrible idea machine route, whatever.

Don't bleep that one.

Leave that one.

You bleep that too.

No.

You bleep the whole thing.

One long continuous beep.

Beep.

The little old lady who sat behind the library's checkout desk must have been a thousand years old.

Miss Stapley's eyes were small and watery and her skin looked like it was melting off of her skull.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Mon a worm.

Mon's a monster behind that desk.

Water'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.

Do you have have anything on the occult?

The occult?

Ah.

Her voice trailed off.

Yes, I do.

Over there over there to the left of the reference section.

Okay, thanks.

Sorry, I'm too hungover 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.

Within the hour, we were back up at her desk and 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 Stapley 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 pleated pants and sat 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 Sanson.

Mrs.

Stapley,

we're researching what happened Riley in 1961 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?

Ellis was suddenly talking very fast.

Because it sounds like you're well-versed in this story.

Please tell us how this started, and we might be able to find an end to it.

Ended?

Stapley's voice became quieter, but more concentrated.

Don't be so arrogant, young lady.

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 assigned my friend and 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.

Stapley's voice was even quieter now.

Let me try.

Nope, nope.

I think that's where it's at.

My friend Ellen was very fast.

My friend Ellen was very fast to be killed in that room.

She was my very best friend.

And not a night goes by.

she is 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 ledge in her 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

done.

I don't think she knows any more 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.

A A small yet poignant word had been buried in Mrs.

Stapley's story.

A word that suddenly seemed very important.

Uh, Miss Stapley?

I asked the 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 next door to that.

No, that's room 734.

Yes, well, it is now

when they built 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.

I was like,

yeah, I also like how there's that thing where it's like, it's tricky, it'll trick you.

And then this was actually a trick I didn't see coming.

When she had the voicemail from her friend, I'm like, oh, maybe the voicemail is fake or something.

But I didn't think about the rooms getting switched.

And it coming from the tiny windows.

That's fine.

yeah that's fun oh my god i suddenly felt very hot and very dizzy that sneaky

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.

The window to to my room was open.

We ran into the lobby, pushing past several latte-sipping, Ugboot-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.

Ellis shook her head, but had nothing to say.

When the doors finally opened on floor seven, we saw a quiet, 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, a cruel glimmer of hope crossed over her tear-streaked face.

But it was too late.

The next second, she leaned forward so slightly that 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 the pictures that were strewn all over the floor.

It 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 whine 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 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 need 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 onto 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 cross 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 as 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 dorms are open for new student assignments.

Riley's always open.

Seventh floor's closed.

This year, life and work got in the way, and I called much later than usual.

It was put on hold immediately.

Resident 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 made no promises but we have 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 walker always knows how to do it yeah yeah what what a what a nice uh 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 to 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 dramatized.

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.

Like, you want to go look at theology books?

And then you get the

excuse.

We need them to be away to run into the library girl.

Totally.

I mean, it's still fun.

Still had a great time.

And also, too, just tragic.

Like, very fast, too, at the end.

Just kind of like a nice punch in the gut.

Yeah, yeah.

Which really is.

She, she, last moment, something compelled her.

It's like forcing her out.

She has drawings of her, like, going to kill her family.

It's like, so it's an excuse to everyone else of, like, oh, well, they were clearly mentally deranged.

That's why they took their own life.

But it's like she's being forced to draw all of them.

And then she has the tear streaked face.

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 hunt.

It just is.

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 the 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?

It's almost like part of the trickery was like driving you mad to be like, what?

Like just trying to make sense of something that's t completely senseless.

Yeah.

Which is pretty sick.

I liked it.

It was a it was a fun little little campfire story yeah

it was very fun always can rely on ck walker can except when it's a 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, but 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 on yourself, but there was a lot of things.

You've been good lately, too.

I feel like I've been really solid lately.

And then now all of a sudden it's, 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

have you

have you considered

classes?

I really don't think it's a class.

I think I'm dyslexic.

Okay.

I think I'm dyslexic and I'm trying to.

What's your vision?

2020, baby.

Okay.

You're 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.

Wow.

That's why I'm worried about you because you're not a dumb man.

Just super room.

I don't want to kill myself in this room.

This is a great place to kill myself.

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 kick back on the side for content and uh we will see you in the next one guys we'll see you in the next one also i had one bear trap 100 ad nuns that means i won that episode i had one or no that was the last story the jesus one oh no that's jesus in this one i had one bear trap

No, that doesn't count.

You said that was a bear.

You said it was a bear trap.

I've mockingly said it was a bear trap because the character's almost 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, well, that's true.

I was being a little,

you know what?

You get half of one.

I'll give you that.

So that's one versus.

That's the whole rear back of a bear trap.

There's a locked leg in that bear trap.

No, mine, mine.

Perfect timing.

Look at that.

What just light went out?

Okay.

I win.

Bye.

No.