I am a student working at Indiana University of Pennsylvania and I work in a haunted house. It is an old house that was purchased by the university years ago and renovated into an office building. It is now the Alumni Affairs Office.

Supposedly way back in the eighteen hundreds there was a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Sutton who occupied the house and at the time Mrs. Sutton had her brother living with them. Upstairs on the second floor he committed suicide by shooting himself. Of course I thought all of this was pretty spooky when I got the job to work here but I am not the type of person to believe in souls in limbo or whatever they are.

During one of my first days at work I received a tour from one of the other student workers. That morning there has been a meeting and there was leftover juice and cookies. I helped myself to a glass of OJ and right before I got to drink it I had to go on the tour. The first place we went was the basement. The student worker made sure I knew that each time I opened a door I had to propt something up against it so it didn't close on me. I asked him why I had to do this and he gave me some excuse that the doors where really old and really heavy and it was hard to open them again once they closed. I believed him and we continued our tour. He showed me all of the different rooms and then we headed back to the office. During the time that we were gone we had locked up the office because no one was there and we are required to do that. The point I am getting to was when we got back I went to find my Orange Juice and it was missing. I asked the other worker if maybe he had drank it but he said no and then he pointed out that it was there but not in the same place. My OJ had managed to move from one end of the table to the other end while we were gone and no one had been in the office. I thought this was strange but it didn't really bother me since again I don't really believe in stuff like that.

The same day I was left in the house alone and I had a ton of work to do. One of my girlfriends called me and asked if I wanted for her to come over and I said no that I was comfortable being there. She was extremely surprised because not many people are comfortable in Breezedale. But the truth is that I didn't feel alone. I can't really explain it but I felt like someone else was there with me. She gave me a number that I would be able reach her at later and I wrote it down on a piece of paper. Ten minutes later my other girlfriend came over to see if I wanted to go to lunch. When she was here she took the piece of paper an squashed a bee with it and crumpled it up. I saw it lying on the corner of the table when she left and figured that is what she had done. Later when I was working I had the window open because it was a really nice day and I hate the air conditioner. A gust of wind came through and blew the piece of paper off the table and next to the trash basket. I couldn't pick it up because I had a bunch of papers in my hand at the time so I made a mental note that it was by the trash and to pick it up later.

Later came and I went to look for it and it was gone. I assumed the housekeeper had picked it up when she collected all of the trash. So I forgot all about it. Later on that day I went to visit my mother at her office and she asked me for schedule, so I reached in my pocket and pulled it out but behind it was another piece of paper. Perfectly folded and not at all crumpled up was the piece of paper I had written my girlfriends number on. I freaked because I knew for sure that I had never picked that paper up and that it was lying there crumpled up before it blew off the table.

This is just two of my experiences, but there are plenty more. Things are always disappearing from the office, like pens and documents, especially important ones. They always turn up but never where they were originally. I know this sounds strange but it is all true. I was told that the reason little things had been happening to me was because I was new in the office and he wanted for me to know that he was there. Oh and the reason I was told to propt the doors open in the basement was because there a always noises down there and people freak out all the time and when they try to run the doors are closed. And like I said the doors are very heavy, so that is why you need to keep them open.

One last note, there was a man that saw the ghost a couple of years ago. He was walking up the back stairwell and saw an older man dressed in an old fashioned tuxedo. He assumed it was an alumni who had gotten lost in the building so he approached the man and asked if he needed any help. The man looked at him and said nothing. The worker turned around and began to start walking back but before he did he checked to see where the man was going and he had vanished. So, I was told that anytime I saw a man fitting the description of a man in a old bluish black tuxedo, that I should simply ask him if I can help him and he will not bother me. So I guess the man is a pretty decent ghost. If you want to see the house it is on our web page for our campus. http://www.iup.edu/alumni/, go to nuts and bolts, then to headquarters and you will see the building in which I work in.

Submitted from: Pennsylvania, USA