I like scary stuff, but I like to be logical. I understand the mind can get stressed, optical illusions exist, and the imagination can have a mind of its own. That is why these three accounts come from me, your pal, personally. There is no lie, exaggeration, or agenda with what I am about to write. I had a scary summer in Roe Cloud Hall, an unpleasant encounter in one of the most vulnerable spots, and I heard a voice I will never forget. I invite you to decide for yourselves.
Summer Clean-up Crew
In the summer of 2018, I was working as a Student Residen- tial Advisor for Haskell Indian Nations University. I was taking summer school and making money at the same time. My only schedule availability was the night shift because of my class schedule. The only avail- able shifts were on the cleaning crew. A group of workers was tasked to deep clean Roe Cloud. Everybody worked during the day. I was the only one in the building at night.
Before I accepted this duty my boss told me not to get scared. He was not joking. The three- story tower has vast open areas, astounding décor, and long, dark hallways that seem labyrinthian. I was fine for the first couple of weeks. Admittedly, there would be some days I was hesitant to venture into certain parts of the building alone. Mind tricks set aside, I did my job. Strange things began to happen. Once, I had gone into a room to clean it. I did not turn on the shared living space light fixture, a fluorescent lamp mounted on the wall with a long chain to activate the light. I felt I did not need the extra light and proceeded to clean to room. Upon leaving the room the light was turned on and the long-chain used to turn on the light was swinging gently, as if it had been turned on and left to bounce around haphazardly. I left the room immediately.
Things like that happened almost daily. I would be in a room cleaning and hear furniture move and bang the walls in the suite across. I would get strange feelings constantly, like that of not being alone.
Towards the end of the summer is when I had my most startling experience. I was in the Roe Cloud office on the first floor. I was half-way through my shift and breaking for lunch. I was mid-sandwich when I heard what sounded like a female voice coming from the second floor, deep down one of the hallways. I could not make out what the voice was saying, but it definitely sounded female. I closed the door to the office and turned up the music. I did a few more things in the common areas for the rest of my shift. Right before I was about to leave, I heard the female voice again. It came from the second floor, deep in the same hallway. This time I strained to under- stand the voice. I heard her say something. Suddenly, another voice boomed the word “NO!” It was a man’s voice. I grabbed my bag and left immediately. I told security about what I had heard, even though I knew I was the only one in the building.
Lights Out
At the beginning of the fall 2019 semester, I was taking a shower. I was in Osceola-Keokuk Hall on the second floor. It was around nine at night. It was the first week of the semester and I had just gotten off of my job at Checkers supermarket. I stood in the water, washing away the work, worries, and wages of the da. I noticed the lights began to go out in the bathroom, one by one. I heard no footsteps. I am not afraid of the dark, so I continued to enjoy my shower. The lights continued to turn off throughout the bathroom until
I was in complete darkness. I heard no laughter. After a moment, in complete darkness, I shouted “Oi! Turn the lights on please.” At my request, every light came back on in the bath- room. I heard no flick of switches. I found that rather odd
The Far Away Girl
In the fall of 2018, I was part of a club that made a haunted house attraction in Minoka Hall. I was warned by multiple people to not use that building because of high paranormal activity. One of my good friends, who works for the school, even told me about a girl he has heard in the building. She is indecipher- able in her speech. Moreover, he told me her voice sounds hollow and echoed, not unlike what someone would sound like at the bottom of a well, or speaking into a bucket. He told me he had tried to speak to her on occa- sions and it appeared to him that she would try to speak back. I took precautions to make sure my crew and I would be safe in that building. I made sure our presence in the building was known and that our intentions were good and for enjoyment. One night before leaving, after day of hanging diabolical decorations and setting up ghoulish attractions, my crew and I were relaxing in the lobby. We were having a sit-down and relishing our efforts. As we sat, I heard a voice coming down one of the hallways. It was distant. It was cryptic. It was hollow. To me, it sounded like a young girl. It was true what my friend had told me. It did sound like she was speaking from the bottom of a well, or into a bucket. My coworker sitting beside me looked at me wide-eyed and asked if I had heard the voice. He heard it also. We immediately left. I do not feel it was a coincidence that the voice I was told I might hear did make itself audible. The fact that I was not the only one who heard it is relieving and chilling. It seems too hard to rationalize the coincidences. At the end of the day, I believe there is a fe- male spirit in Minoka Hall. She sounds far away. I heard her.
If you or someone you know has had a paranormal, supernatural, or preternatural experience at Haskell Indian Nations University and would like to share your story please contact Joe Singh at joseph. singh@haskell.edu
