11/19/2013

DESCRIPTION

Once home to a museum where was housed the remains of several peoples long past, Allen Hall now sits vacant.

I worked at the museum as a student. Once, in the long, lonely hours while cataloging records, I saw from the corner of my eye a young woman walking along the hallway. When I glanced up to see who it was, she vanished. I didn’t feel a chill. I believe her purpose was not to frighten, but rather that she was a sister, appearing to let me know I was not alone.

Submitted by Kathryn