This is a true and simple story that I’m telling from memory. It was my last day living at The Deacon. For those who don’t know The Deacon when I went to college was a new UC dorm, built on top of what was a part of an old hospital. I was in the process of moving out, Covid had just hit and we were forced to leave UC campus. I was the leaving the building bringing bags to the car through the garage. On my last trip of bringing bags through the garage to the car I get to the door. The way it’s set up there’s stares on the left of the door and there’s a disability ramp on the right. I had to come from the right because I had all my luggage in a big laundry cart I had been doing this all day and was happy this was the last cart. I get to the bottom of the ramp putting my back up against the cart so it wouldn’t move while I opened the door. I go reach for the handle and it turns without me touching it I step back thinking someone is going to come through I wait for like 5 seconds till I open the door I look inside the small 5 foot long hallway and no one is inside I walk to the other door at the end of the small hallway and look into the garage and say hello no one answers that’s when my whole body flaired up with goose bumps I didn’t like the idea that I hadn’t heard anybody in the small hallway before the job turned. That’s my story I know it’s not that exciting but it’s definitely different when your there. The only video I have is the night prior to the incident when I had everything packed.