Every university has seen its fair share of student deaths. Drinking, drugs…all of them are tragic and take lives that are far too young. But what about deaths that seemingly can’t be explained?
Are the students remembered for the strange circumstances that surround their death, or are they quickly forgotten?
At Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, its been rumored that one spirit ensures that everyone on campus knows who she is—and what happened to her.
“Nobody seems to know when she was a student here,” remarked Danielle (Name changed for privacy), a former student.
Dead Girl Haunts the Third Floor
“But everybody knows she lived on the third floor of the dorms, because that’s where everything seems to happen.
Things like what?
“Oh, like the lights flicker at the same time every night, and people who live on that floor hear her running around in the hall at night… I didn’t believe it at first—but then I saw her for myself. It was spring break, and most people had gone home to see their parents.
“My parents decided to take a cruise instead, so when my friend Amy asked me if I could feed her goldfish over break, I said I would,” Danielle sad, an unmistakably sad tone to her voice. “Amy lives on the third floor, but she never talked about the ghost all that much. She would just say that ‘talking about her was the only thing that made her real.’
“I figured if a girl who lived on the third floor all year wasn’t afraid of her, then I shouldn’t be afraid to come by once a day for a week,” she shrugged. “Anyways, I took advantage of a sale at the mall and was gone all day. It was 9:30 by the time I got back to my dorm. I had just started to watch a movie when I realized I hadn’t fed Amy’s fish.
“The dorms are only five minutes from my apartment, so…no big deal. I climbed the steps to the third floor and fished out Amy’s key from my purse. I fed Freckles—that’s the fish—and straightened up a little around her dorm room.
“I was just getting ready to leave when I heard heavy footsteps run down the hall. Thinking it was just some people partying, I grew annoyed and quickly slammed Amy’s door behind me. I turned to the stairwell when I saw someone in my periphery, at the end of the hall.
The Most Violent Death in Nacogdoches
“I looked up and dropped my purse,” Amy whispered, growing pale.
What did you see?
“It was a girl, standing in front of the window. She had brown hair curled into old fashioned ringlets. Her gown was a dark grey and covered practically every inch of her. But I wasn’t scared until I saw that she was holding a Ouija board in her hand.
“’H-hello?’ I stammered.”
“’THE BOARD MADE ME DO IT!’ the girl bellowed at me, causing me to flinch. “’It’s okay,’ I said, holding my hands up.
‘I’m not going to hurt you.’
“’BUT IT WILL!’ the girl yelled again, and threw herself back against the window. “I screamed and ran to her, but it was too late. She had broken through and fell.
“I was so afraid to look down from that window,” Danielle cried. “But when I did, nobody was there and the glass was back to normal. In all of my time in Nacogdoches, I have never been so frightened.”