Local Cryptid #26
Your college isn't haunted, not at all. No dead nuns, no suicides, no severely disgruntled students, nothing in its 100 year history. This must mean that ghosts can't account for the strange goingons. You've seen the shadow at the top of the stairwell late at night on the third floor. The student center is always cold, even in the last week of August. You could have sworn there was a third wing of the administration building. Then there is the boy in your 9 am class. He shows up for each class, but his name is never called for attendance, and the professor doesn't collect his papers. When you ask the girl who sits next to him about the strange boy, she gives you a head-tilted look, eyebrows knitted together in concern. "I'm sorry? What boy?"