If God isn't a Penn State fan, why is the sky Blue and White?
Penn State Bumper Sticker
I'm a Penn State Fan. Its true, I fear. I bleed blue and white.
There is a reason for this random insert of Penn State pride.
This evening at the tail end of my life-guarding work study, Karissa, who was kind enough to help me put on the pool-cover, suggested that I make up a ghost story for Seton Hill's pool, if there isn't one already; the pool is really old.
I guess my mind-set is still a little skewed, because instead of thinking of other Seton Hill ghost stories, I started thinking of Penn State ghost stories. Cut me some slack, I lived there my entire life.
The best ghost stories always start out with some true incident and my favorite Penn State one is no different. The stacks in Pattee Library.
The story revolves around the 1969 murder that took place in the stacks that is unsolved to this day. The stacks by themselves have always been spooky. (Try visiting them sometime.) But throw in an unsolved murder and the whole thing gets thrown out of proportion. There is no specific thing telling what is supposed to happen, but everyone who has visited has a weird tale to tell. I know that I personally never go into the stacks by myself. (If you would like to hear my sister's extremely interesting tale, simply leave a comment.)
Ghost stories are interesting, they always have fascinated me. They scare me unreasonably, but fascinate me nonetheless. Does anyone happen to know some interesting ghost stories from Seton Hill? If not, let me know some of your favorite ghost stories.
Ha! Do I ever have stories...but I'll give one of the ones that actually happened to me. (Dim the lights for appropriate atmosphere, please.)
I'm an RA on 4th Canevin Lowe. Last year, during RA training, there were only two of us on the floor, and both of us were gone all day. We came back in the afternoon to discover that half of the doors were randomly ajar (but still locked) and one room's water was running and overflowing the sink.
Clearly, I was keeping all of the doors on the hallway locked because the elevator wasn't keyed, and any crazy could either get on the floor to kill me, or worse yet, a resident could move in early.
I had my RD call maintenance to see if they were doing work on my floor, but they weren't.
Strange, eh?
Posted by: Julie at October 8, 2003 1:17 AMThat is weird! How did the doors achieve being ajar but locked? How curious!
Posted by: Diana at October 8, 2003 10:07 AMLast year a sat up late talking with a few friends about various ghost stories at Seton Hill, but the one that is still imprinted into my mind is that of the Chapel ghost. Last year three students ventured into the chapter late at night just to get some thrills, and eventually they ended up in the loft by the organ. No mind you it is probably around 12 midnight so no one was in the chapel. At some point during their stayed they asked the chapel if it was hunted, and if it was then to give a sign. Not even a couple second later the doors flew shut and locked, and the only sound to be heard was that of turning door knobs! To view a ghost story about East Tennesse State University go to http://members.tripod.com/jayboy74/story14. To view a variety of ghost stories from other universities visit my blog at blogs.setonhill.edu/ShannonGerstel!
Posted by: Shannon Gerstel at October 9, 2003 4:00 PMI'm looking for the license plate that has the Penn State logo with the words---If God isn't a Penn State fan, why is the sky Blue and White?
Posted by: John L. Porritt at January 9, 2006 8:39 PMHi, Diana:
I'd like to hear about your sister's experience. I used to work in the stacks of Pattee-Paterno. There are lots of tales.
-John Gibson
Posted by: John Gibson at March 11, 2007 3:28 PM