MELAINE OTTO'S STORYOkay, so there we were, October 1988, and just getting into our senior year at MHC. We had all pretty much heard of the 'ghost' of S. Mandelle, and all had smiled, like "Okay, uh huh" at this. We were psyched to be there, getting things like Disorientation ready, etc. (Oops! No, we never did that "D" word, ahem!) Well... Slightly out-of-the-norm
things had been going on, but nothing that you could really believe, thinking
(naturally) that you had just missed your
toothbrush
on your way to the bathroom even though you could have >sworn< you'd
taken it with you. It had just been really windy and caught the air pressure
in the hall at this top level kind of funny and that is why some of our windows
liked to suddenly blow open. That sort of thing. One day, as October wore
on, I stepped into the elevator with another dorm member (and I wish I
could remember who it was!)and two of the underclasswomen.
The freshmen (okay, first-years -- the term was just changing) were all spooked
out about 'our' ghost, and the other senior and I were telling them, no, they
would be fine; yes, the ghost wouldn't give the elevator any trouble (we HOPED!),
etc. We got to the top floor (4th), and as we stepped out of the elevator,
I glanced down the hall to my right, and one by one the fluorescent bars turned
off as I watched. Feeling the hair raising on the back of my neck, I looked
to the left toward my room and the sunny window at the end, and watched >those< light-bars
do that same domino thing. O-KAY, NOW I was creeped out. We all were like "Eek!" and
edged closer together. Then, as this whatever didn't seem to be in any way
threatening, I decided to make nice with the ghost or whatever it was. I had
taken to jokingly referring to her as "Matilda", and decided it might
be better if I had a little talk -- real quick! -- with her. I assured her
that we liked the dorm; we seniors had no ill intent for our plans with the
first-years and would take care of them, could she perhaps just relax? We were
cool with her if she wanted to hang out, but really, we were good people, she
shouldn't worry. So maybe Beth was right,
her presence just wanted to be acknowledged. These days, if I go back to
the dorm, I always say 'hi' to "Matilda",
just in case. It never hurts to have manners! Submitted by Melaine Otto, Class of 1989, to the Archives webpage on December 19, 2005.
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