We managed our way past my first two buildings, which we got lost finding...looks like I picked the right person to help me navigate... Eventually we gave up, do to the brutal cold, which I'll get to in a few minutes. We walked into the first Dunkin' Dounuts we saw, and ordered coffee and obviously dounuts. So as we were waiting for the coffee's to be finished, my friend asked me if there were any night shifts here. I thought about it for a moment, and couldn't answer her. So I asked the woman working at the counter. With that one simple answer, we walked out of the corner shop with two job applications, and a promise of an interview in three days. Strange, all we wanted was coffee.
With a bit more 'pep in our step' I guess you could say, we decided to continue looking for the buildings. Granted this didn't happen, but the motive was there...we wound up in the common center, eating donuts and circling buildings on maps we hid from the cold. Outside it was about 28 degrees, without the wind it wouldn't have been so bad, that and if I had had an actual coat on would have helped. We killed a good hour or so in this area. Doing nothing really. Eventually, after leaving the common building, we decided to go back to the place where we had breakfast, for lunch. Oi, we did anything to stay away from the cold.
The reason I needed this adventure to be today, was because I had a meeting with my brand new college adviser. This I was not looking forward to, because my last one was miserable. Every time I met with her, she told me I was going to graduate a semester later and later, even if I hadn't changed anything academically. Whatever. This one is fantastic, she explains all my questions on a way that I can understand. She's laid back, and chill. My kind of person.
On to the 'paranormal'. This is where it gets weird. So my friend and I were bored, as I had mentioned earlier, and we really didn't want to walk around outside. So we decided to go to the campus library. Now, a bit of back story, there is a story that there was a girl murdered in the stacks of this library. Creepy story? Of course we are there! So We only knew that the murder happened on the second floor of the 'stacks'. The stacks is only rows and rows of books, with a low ceiling and individual row lighting. kind of creepy by itself, and also pretty damn awesome for a bookworm like myself. So naturally we went into the second floor of the stacks. looking down every isle, looking for something. Part of me was expecting a plaque of some sort. Which is ridiculous I know, but whatever. So we looked, and goofed on each other, making comments about how this was ideal for a murder. Things along those lines. So anyway, we walked and looked, finding no plague, which was slightly disapointing to be honest. But we kept on looking. Eventually we found this little side room of the stacks. We went in there and the first thing I noticed was that these stacks stretch all the way to the wall. which struck me as odd for some unknown reason."Whoa, goosebumps" I commented, and she looked at me and said "Me too!" we laughed and kept walking. We managed our way out of the little room, and were heading toward the end of the floor. The whole time she was googling the murder on her phone. Finally she found where it took place, "between stacks 50 and 51" She read out loud. I looked up, and walked to the end of the long room. The stacks only went up to 42. That's weird. I then look at her "What were the numbers in the small room? Did you notice them?" She shook her head, and we walked back in. We walked back in the same way as the first time, and found the stacks. right in front of stacks 50 and 51 was where we both got chills. We looked at each other, slightly shocked. I then proceded to follow her down the little isle. She got to the end and was giggling, commenting on how weird this was. We both had chills again, and couldn't stop commenting on how weird it was that we felt chills without knowing where it actually happened. She then walked out into the main part of the room. I turned around to look at her, and I suddenly had the most overwhelming sensation, of sadness. All I wanted to do was cry, but only in one spot...I told her I didn't feel good. We then decided to get out of there. As we walked out of the stacks and down the stairs I started to feel better. We went down into the lounge area of the library, as she continued to look up the murder and the facts. She found a diagram of the crime scene, and there was an X in the isle that was labeled 'where body was found'-the X was on the exact spot where I wanted to cry. My friend went into that library a skeptic, and left a little bit more on the believer side...I've always believed.
This young woman was stabbed in the heart in that isle in 1969 at the age of 22, and they never caught who did it. Her name was Betsy Aardsma, and I met her today.
Allons-y
-M
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