Breckinridge
Hall
At Centre College in Danville, Kentucky, student success
stories are a penny a dozen. However even such a renowned college as this has
had its share of tragedies. One of these horror stories occurred in one
dormitory on campus, Breckinridge Hall.
Erected in 1923, Breckinridge has housed hundreds of
students over the years. Though most proved happy and content, one student had
not found his time at Centre to be profitable. Unhappy with his situation and
finding no other alternative, the student hung himself in his dorm room. His
roommate and friends were heartbroken.
Out of reverence for him, his room was closed until everyone who had
known him had graduated. Then, the room was reopened to residents.
* * * * *
Jimmy
turned off the lights and locked the door, and climbed underneath the sheets of
his warm bed. Across the room, Jimmy’s roommate, Nathan laughed. “I can never
understand why you lock the door. Who’s gonna bother us?”
Jimmy
smiled in the darkness. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Nathan laughed
again and rolled over to go to sleep.
Nathan
sat bolt upright in his bed, glancing over at the digital clock on the floor
beside his bed. It read 3:06 AM. “What’s going on?” Nathan thought groggily.
The door to his room was wide open, the lights had been turned on, and the
stereo was blaring. He eased out of bed to shake Jimmy awake.
“Jimmy, Jimmy, wake up,” he whispered. Jimmy opened his
eyes to look around at the chaos around them.
“Someone
must have a key to our room,” Jimmy reasoned, getting up to turn off the lights
and music and shut the door. “We’ll just have to get the lock replaced
tomorrow.”
The
next day, Jimmy and Nathan reported that someone had a key to their room. The maintenance department had the lock
changed within the hour. They were given keys and assured that no more than the
two they possessed had been created.
Sweat
poured down Jimmy’s face as he opened his eyes. Looking at the clock, he
realized that it was too early for his roommate to have the lights on and the
music blaring. Seeing Nathan peacefully asleep, fear clutched his heart as he
realized that once again, the door was wide open. He stumbled out of bed and
grabbed Nathan’s arm.
“What
is it?” Nathan groaned. Opening his eyes, a look of terror crossed his face as
he realized the same phenomenon that had occurred the night before had happened
once again. Grabbing his coat, Nathan rushed out of the room and the building
with Jimmy following closely behind.
Jimmy
and Nathan never returned to Breckinridge Hall but finished their time at
Centre in another dormitory. The room was once again closed down until everyone
who knew anything of the story had graduated. Today, the room has been reopened
to residents, but no one on campus, (save one dean), knows which room belonged
to Nathan, Jimmy, and the deceased student. This dean refuses to reveal her
knowledge, and the ghost of the dead student has not yet made another
reappearance, but we all know it is just a matter of time.
Joy Beth Woods
Oneida Baptist