"Every girl dreams of her wedding day right up to the "I do", but for Theresa, it was a nightmare that left her haunting one college dormitory...."

I remember my best friend Theresa like yesterday, though more than twenty years have passed. Theresa was finishing her last year at college. She was to graduate with honors and receive a BA in Business Admin. and be married two months after her graduation to a very special man, Pierre LeBlanc. I remember the two of them being very happy and in love. Theresa was very popular on campus as was Pierre.They were, what everyone believed to be, the ideal couple.

It was in April that tragedy would strike the loving couple. Theresa and Pierre had been out all day registering at different department stores for their wedding. I watched out of my dorm window as the two pulled up in Pierre's apple red convertible. I remember feeling an ounce of jealously watching the two of them together. Theresa stepped out of the car first, then Pierre. They seemed to be having a conversation at first, then an argument. They were waving there arms all about and at one point Theresa slapped Pierre and ran into the dorm. He ran behind her. I never took their lover's spats seriously, because moments later they'd be in each other's arms. I sat on the edge of my waiting for them to come into the room, as though waiting for the water in a pot to boil. They never arrived. I peeped into the halls and on the stairs, but I heard nor saw anything. I looked back out the window for the car and it was gone. I assumed they had made up and left again.

Night came, then morning and no Theresa. Three days passed and I nor anyone heard from the couple. After a couple of weeks, many of us began smelling a foul odor from a storage room on the first floor, because maintenance had just laid poison for rodents, we ignored it thinking it was a dead rat. After three weeks and countless efforts of trying to locate the couple the family filed a missing persons report.

A month and two weeks had passed and all hope was lost,the campus held a memorial for the two. The entire campus was in shock. Many believed the two of them had run off and eloped, while others expressed foul play. On May 12, 1975 I ran into my first ghostly encounter. It was 11:00pm and I had a sudden snack attack. I left out of my room to go downstairs to the vending machines. While standing in front of them half asleep and trying to make up my on what to eat, I heard voices, a man and a woman, but mostly a woman's voice. It was coming from the stairwell. When I went to see who it was making the disturbance, the stairwell was empty. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to the machines. The voices became louder and more clear. I realized it was Theresa's voice. I called out to her, but there was no response. Terribly scared, I grabbed my snack and ran for the stairs. As I began to climb the stairs to my room, there was Theresa standing at the top of the stairs. "Theresa?" I said, with some uncertainty. I'll never forget her pale face staring at me, as though I was suppose to understand her thoughts. My heart began to palpitate and my feet became frozen and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't scream. She began to float down the stairs towards me, never saying a word. She disappeared. I dropped everything and ran to my next door neighbors room. I stayed there for the night.

The next night I and a few other girls was coming in from a late night baseball game and we all saw Theresa again at the top of the stairs. Only this time she was hideous. Her face had begun to decay and her clothes was torn and tattered. Again, she floated down the stairs not saying a word and disappeared at the bottom. No one said a word. We all just went to our rooms. Theresa's ghostly figure was seen on numerous occasions. One girl saw her staring back at her through her bathroom mirror, another saw her floating in the corridor and disappearing into her room.

Many of us were terrified, especially when coming in the dorm late. Each time this ghost would greet us on the stairwell. During the latter part of May, the dorm director make a terrible discovery, behind a pile of boxes and old newspapers was Theresa's body, wrapped in old painter's cloth. The news about the discovery had travelled fast and the campus was outraged. I was saddened by the actual loss of my best friend. Pierre was found a few weeks later and questioned about Theresa's untimely death. He admitted the two of them had an argument about her physically greeting an old boyfriend and in a jealous fit he grabbed her off of the stairs, as she tried to run to her room, causing her to loose her balance and fall to her death. Frightened, he hid her body and ran away. His story was true. Theresa's autopsy revealed she had died from a broken neck sustained from a fall. Pierre was charged with negligent homicide and Theresa was laid to rest. Theresa continued to haunt the stairwell and corridor, forcing many girls to enter the dorm in large groups on late nights. By the late seventies, she no longer was seen in her human form, but rather a bright ball of light that floated through the corridors of the dorms late at night. The students named her the ghost bride of K.D. Hall.

Submitted from: Adrienne, Louisiana, USA