I think we’ve all been in my position at least once. On your way back to campus after sunrise from a mental ten-hour sesh, stumbling from all of the Jager bombs and, worst of all, BURSTING for a piss. I’ll be real, I didn’t really think I was doing anything wrong at first. I saw the lake, a massive body of water, and just added a bit more to it. What’s the big deal? Well, I only went and wazzed right into a haunted lake, didn’t I? I thought my flat mates were messing with me the next day when they started going on about a girl in the background. It was damn near 6 am, what sane person is lurking about at that time?

As it turns out, it wasn’t a person – or a living one, anyway. It was the ghost of, what was her name again, Emit? Edith? Anyway, each day since, strange things have been happening. Things moving, noises at night. I’m sure it’s all my imagination, but my flat mates really got in my head about it all. Don’t tell them that though. Anyway, Edith, if you are reading this over my shoulder, my bad innit. I won’t do it again. Just allow me, please?

Feeling – Terrified :0