I have decided to change the picture you see on your left to one that I made myself because I don’t like plagiarising other people’s work.

Unfortunately, Paint does not seem to be working with me and in a fit of ambitiousness, I have downloaded Adobe Photoshop CS trial version.

Photoshop turns out to be even worse and I have acknowledged myself to be a illiterate idiot, albeit one with an IQ of 118. This is how I know.

But! I will keep on persevering, as I got a really damn good idea on what to do. Will try it out tomorrow when my eyes don’t hurt this much.

Anyway seeing as its so late at night for me, I shall scare all of us by telling ghost stories.

Okay, A ghost story.

(It just occurred to me that I am telling a ghost story even though my dorm, Porter Hall is situated directly opposite Mary Lyon’s (the founder of Mount Holyoke College) grave.

Fcuking freaky.

But in a desperate attempt to get more readers, I shall continue with the ghost story.

There is a residence hall here called Wilder Hall.

Now I usually like Wilder because it has a very good dining hall even though the food there is supposed to be kosher and halal.

Anyway, it is haunted.

(Haha no buildup also right? It is because I suddenly decided I want to sleep soon so I just get straight to the point)

In the lounge of Wilder, there is a painting of a woman. (I don’t know what woman though).

And apparently, she comes out of her painting at night and roams the corridors, so you’re probably doomed to die of fear if you break curfew and come back late and bump into her.

She was so disturbing that the college authorities decided to take the painting off the wall. But for some reason, they couldn’t even lift the painting off the wall.

So they had to leave it there. And they hung another painting on TOP of the woman and covered the whole thing in a flat plastic box.

I kaypohly went to go check it out and indeed, it is creepy because the painting they put on top of it is one of like an olden Chinese emperor, who looks Manchu, with the pigtail and all.

I can’t imagine the woman would look scarier than an old Manchu king.

This is the reason why I will never ever live in Wilder, no matter how good the food is.