For the most part the floor is pretty quiet. A few of the doors near the elevators have names on them but not as many as one might expect. In fact once one hits midway down the hall the names stop all together. It had struck Helga as strange until she talked to one of the resident hall assistants on one of the other floors.
"No murders but one of the RAs told me there was some water damage up here in-between semesters. Couple of the rooms on the fourth floor don't have anyone in them either." She waves a hand as she snorts, "They probably ought to keep both floor vacant but you know how that works."
She tucks the hand back into her pocket before she continues. "The bathroom down here has a stall that won't stay shut." It sounds so mundane, she thinks, as she glances over to Larry himself. "I tried it myself. You shut the stall door and it'll swing back open. It's sort of slow so I guess it could be the hinges but --"
They've come near the end of the hall and here is apparently a bathroom for everyone on the floor and a study room. With the lights dimmed in both and the way noises near echo off the concrete and tile it's a little creepy in the way any abandoned building of the modern era would be.
This is the part where her tone shifts a touch to something a little tentative. She doesn't doubt herself, not completely, but it's sort of that same tone that always used to creep in when she tried arguing her case to others as a kid. Back when people would just label her a bully and not believe the stuff that happened to her but not caused by her. She can't help it.
"I didn't see shadows or anything but I swear to you it was like someone was whispering something. I couldn't make it out and I pretty much told myself it had to be one of the rooms down the hall but -- this is kind of a ways off from them, right?"
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Date: 2020-08-30 06:48 am (UTC)"No murders but one of the RAs told me there was some water damage up here in-between semesters. Couple of the rooms on the fourth floor don't have anyone in them either." She waves a hand as she snorts, "They probably ought to keep both floor vacant but you know how that works."
She tucks the hand back into her pocket before she continues. "The bathroom down here has a stall that won't stay shut." It sounds so mundane, she thinks, as she glances over to Larry himself. "I tried it myself. You shut the stall door and it'll swing back open. It's sort of slow so I guess it could be the hinges but --"
They've come near the end of the hall and here is apparently a bathroom for everyone on the floor and a study room. With the lights dimmed in both and the way noises near echo off the concrete and tile it's a little creepy in the way any abandoned building of the modern era would be.
This is the part where her tone shifts a touch to something a little tentative. She doesn't doubt herself, not completely, but it's sort of that same tone that always used to creep in when she tried arguing her case to others as a kid. Back when people would just label her a bully and not believe the stuff that happened to her but not caused by her. She can't help it.
"I didn't see shadows or anything but I swear to you it was like someone was whispering something. I couldn't make it out and I pretty much told myself it had to be one of the rooms down the hall but -- this is kind of a ways off from them, right?"