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When I got back to my room, my roommate was <strong>the</strong>re with campus<br />
security. I had been gone for 4 hours! I lied and told <strong>the</strong>m I<br />
went to <strong>the</strong> bar for some dr<strong>in</strong>ks. As campus security went<br />
away, my roommate asked me what <strong>the</strong> real reason was, and<br />
obviously, I told him. But he didn't seem to believe me.<br />
I couldn't sleep <strong>the</strong> entire night; I kept hear<strong>in</strong>g loud<br />
scratch<strong>in</strong>g noises from where <strong>the</strong> front door was. Desperate,<br />
long scratches that audibly ripped away wood from <strong>the</strong> front<br />
door. It felt like <strong>the</strong> front door would crack anytime. But my<br />
roommate couldn't hear anyth<strong>in</strong>g. The scratch<strong>in</strong>g only stopped<br />
when my annoyed roommate opened <strong>the</strong> door to prove that<br />
noth<strong>in</strong>g was <strong>the</strong>re.<br />
The next day, my roommate and I bought some sage and cleansed<br />
<strong>the</strong> entire room. From <strong>the</strong>n on, I no longer hear scratch<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
our door. However, I constantly feel a presence observ<strong>in</strong>g me<br />
whenever I leave my room.<br />
Six months have passed, but I still cannot shake away this<br />
feel<strong>in</strong>g of paranoia – every time someth<strong>in</strong>g seems just<br />
slightly off, it petrifies me. I hope this phase will pass<br />
soon, but if <strong>the</strong>re's one th<strong>in</strong>g I could say about my whole<br />
experience, it would be this: <strong>the</strong> elevator ritual is not just<br />
an urban legend, and we should never trifle with <strong>the</strong><br />
supernatural.<br />
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