In our dorm hall it is common to hear voices; the walls are thinner than the pages in a bible.
But…sometimes, we hear soft conversations. Or someone watching Seinfeld…at 3 o’clock in the morning.
There was this time…Mickey and I were napping and we woke up to the sound of what sounded like a couple arguing.
I was paying more close attention and caught some of the dialogue exchanged between the two.
“Babe, you’re such a dick.”
“Because you’re stupid. Just go.”
“Fine. Then I’ll leave.”
“Babe, wait, don’t leave.”
…what? What even is this? So, then later Mickey and I hear loud yelling. “Stop, stop, stop, stop.” So we yell at our suite mate, asking if she’s okay. She doesn’t answer and after we say that everything goes quiet and there was no trace that there was any boy in her room.
So, that means one of two things:
- the air vents travel a lot farther than we thought
And you might think that it would be our neighbors, well, trust me, they don’t have girlfriends. The only other girls are on the other side of the hall.
In conclusion, Mickey and I live with ghosts. I want to name them, but I want to get a feel more for their personalities.