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The Campus Tour



Estimated reading time — 6 minutes

I can’t prove that this is true. Noone I’ve told believes me, and I’m really just tired of telling the story and getting into the inevitable debates over plausibility. But I know what happened and figured the community here may at least have more of an open mind about the experience. If anything, I can at least get the whole story written out without being ridiculed.

It was about a year and a half ago I started attending college. After filling out mountains of applications and jumping through nonsensical hoops, I finally received notice about where I had been accepted. My first choice, UGA, had actually accepted me, which was great. But another college accepted me as well – Kennesaw State University. Now, this school was notably less prestigious than Tech, but was still one of the largest in Georgia – however, I had never even toured the place. I just sent the app out, going through the motions.

So I decided I should at least give the place a fair chance, and promptly decided to view the campus before making a final decision.

The day was rainy, and the grounds of the university were riddled with mud and soaked patches of freshly-planted grass. There were only a few of us in the tour group, since it was getting close to the fall registration deadline, and the tour ended early due to the light rainfall increasing to a thunderous downpour. Not exactly pleased with the minimal view of the campus, I opted to explore on my own. Luckily, I had a backup poncho in my car I donned before walking around and checking out the place. Thunder crackled above me and the rain increased, as if determined to stop me from proceeding. But I pressed on, exploring more of the campus.

As I journeyed through the buildings of the small campus, I realized all the buildings I had gotten to were closed down. It seemed odd – after all, it was still summer. Shouldn’t classes be going on? And on that note, the student body seemed nonexistent. That wasn’t such a big deal – after all, it was a disastrous storm – but still. I hadn’t seen a single soul since the tour group broke up.

Eventually I made my way to one of the dorm areas, named University Place. It was a small grouping of dorms that resembled apartments, though they were far off from the main campus, as if hidden away. I quickly found shelter under an overhang to briefly get out of the weather. A poncho is only so useful when it gets torrential.

And that’s when I noticed that a door to one of the dorms was open. Just…wide open. I walked past it, trying not to be too obvious, but I glanced in. Noone was home, though I could see a TV alongside the wall was lit up. Normally, I wouldn’t try and intrude – but I was determined to at least get to see some part of the campus more in-depth.

I walked to the door and knocked on the wall inside, yelling to see if anyone was inside. No answer. I knocked again, this time taking a step inside as I did. Still no answer. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to at least take a look around the living room, so I headed inside, removing the poncho and leaving it at the doorway and slipping my drenched shoes off as well. I called out a final time as I walked into the main living area, to no avail.

I looked over at the TV, which was stuck on static. No noise though. I walked over and turned it off, noticing that the place seemed vacant, but with signs of life. An open pizza box with food still inside was on a table in the living room, though it was inhabited by flies, seemingly left alone for days. As I walked through the room, I noticed a smell waft into my nose that was incredibly displeasing. It smelled like rotting meat.

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Part of me told me to get out, but the other part was insisting I keep walking. I crept towards the smell, realizing it was coming from the kitchen. I slowly approached, the smell becoming more poignant as I got closer.

I reached the sink and found just that – rotting meat. Infested with maggots, writhing in the chunk of beef. It was disgusting and disturbing. I nearly vomited from the sight and smell, quickly turning around and leaving the kitchen, only to realize the TV was back on. Maybe it was some odd setting on the TV that made it turn back on. At this point, I was getting pretty creeped out. I turned the TV off again, and even unplugged it from the wall.

I decided it was a good time to leave, and started towards the still open doorway. That’s when I heard it – a thump. I nearly jumped at the noise, but tried to keep my composure. It came from the room near the doorway, labeled ‘A.’

Now, I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that you don’t go towards the noise. You run away from the noise. So that’s what I did. I went straight towards the door and grabbed my poncho, ready to leave.

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Suddenly, the door flew closed right in front of me, slamming itself shut against the door frame. I nearly fell over from the surprising motion, and quickly shuffled backwards. I stared in awe, trying to figure out what had happened. I lurched forward and tried to twist the knob, to no avail. It was as if the door was locked from the other side. I pounded on it and cried out, yelling for help, frantically twisting the knob as hard as I could. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone to call for someone, only to see that no bars were available. Fantastic.

Eventually, I gave up, looking around the room for any other way out. I soon realized that the actual dorm rooms had windows in them, which I could maybe use to escape. I could practically feel my heart pounding in my chest as I came to the realization that something was really going wrong here. Was it a joke gone wrong? Was someone deliberately trying to freak me out? If so, it was working.

And then, I heard another thump. Louder this time. Still coming from that room. As much as I didn’t want to approach it, that room seemed like it could have someone in it, which would be my best bet at getting the hell out. I got up and advanced towards the door, and quickly realized the TV was on again. The static was lighting up the screen, even though the TV was unplugged still.

I ignored it. My only concern was getting out at this point. I knocked on the door once, then waited. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. I called out. Nothing. I gripped the knob and turned it, feeling the door give as I pushed it open slowly.

The room was dark, and the outside weather made it impossible to see anything more than the vague outlines of the furniture. A bed and a desk, with some knick-knacks here and there. I called out, trying to figure out if someone was there, with no answer. I flicked the light switch, but nothing happened.

I crept into the room towards the window. It was my ticket at escaping, and I thought about nothing else.

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Until the covers on the bed rustled. I jumped, backing against the wall. “Hello?” I called out. Nothing. “Are you okay?” I asked what I presumed to be the dorm inhabitant. Again, nothing. I reached towards the bed and gripped the cover, ready to pull it off.

Slowly, I dragged the bedding off the figure and stepped over to the uncovered being. What I saw made me gag and stifle vomit – it was a man not much older than me with his eyes and mouth sown shut, dried blood caked around both orifices. He was naked, and had some sort of odd symbol cut into his chest, more blood surrounding it. I stared at him, still unsure about what I was seeing. And then his head turned, twisting towards me. He let out a small moan, which made my blood run cold and created a powerful sense of fear within me.

I quickly threw off the sheets and ran to the window. I unhinged the locks and pulled up on it as hard as I could, a metallic screeching accompanying its movement. Cold breeze shot in from outside. I didn’t care, I was getting out.

I forced the window open, the outside rain flying in as I did, and I began to climb out into the world. I tumbled into a bush outside, and quickly got up, looking back to make sure that thing wasn’t following me. Oddly enough, there was nothing in the bed now. It was vacant – but I didn’t care. I ran. And kept running. I got to my car, got in, and drove away.

I always have nightmares about that experience. I have no ideas about what happened, and I don’t want to think about it any more than that. All I know is I’m never going back there. In fact, I swore off college completely after that. It sounds stupid, but it was an experience I’ll never be able to shake off. I thought I would feel some relief typing it out and getting it out in the open, but after going through that, it didn’t help at all. It still scares the hell out me.

Credit To: esterk

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51 thoughts on “The Campus Tour”

  1. DON’T STOP WRITING. SEND IT ALL TO ME. I WANT ALL YOUR FRIGGING PASTA CAUSE THIS IS THE BEST ONE I’VE READ TONIGHT AND I’M SCARED AF TO FALL ASLEEP.

    But seriously, this is the the nectar of the gods, make more. Lots more.

  2. You started this with “…a year and a half ago I started attending college…”

    I guess you’re being very generous with the word “started”?

    And seriously, you didn’t even call the police?

    And WHO WAS SHUT DOOR?

  3. Nicola Marie Jackson

    Oh I liked this a lot! But did you mean the smell was more pungent, not poignant? I can’t imagine a rotting piece of flesh smelling poignant! Xx

  4. That was really good, I liked the detail you put into it. It really made the story come together well. Keep writing, I’d love to read more from you!

  5. Besides the unnecessary tv shenanigans, there is a flaw. First it was UGA, then it was tech, and that ruins it for anyone that knows that they’re not the same school because it makes the entire story seem inauthentic, assuming the main character is from Georgia.

  6. “I slowly approached, the smell becoming more poignant as I got closer.” Eh, maybe you meant pungent? Anyways, this was definitely interesting. I wonder what happened though.

  7. This was well written, and there isn’t anything terribly wrong with it, but there also isn’t anything terribly great about it.

    I agree with one of the above posters who said there were too many cliches used in this story. Rotting meat, televisions that can’t be turned off, thumping sounds, doors slamming, seeing things that aren’t there when you look again, etc.

    The author of this story should write more, but come up with a more original idea which is hashed out a little more.

  8. Great pasta, best one I’ve read in a while. I do agree the tv static part is a bit cliche, but thats ok sometimes. First story I’ve read in quite a while that had me scared for the protagonist, instead of myself. Good job and keep writing!

  9. Dude, I live in Kennesaw and in a couple of years i’m planning on going to KSU for a major in CRJU, Lmao xDD This was good though.

  10. Only thing that didn’t make sense. You said UGA accepted you, which, I presume, is the University of Georgia. Then, in the next couple of sentences, you said Kennesaw State was less prestigious than Tech, which I’m assuming means Georgia Tech. CONTINUITY LACKING! But overall great pasta!

  11. Well done. You have accomplished wat few pastas have: you gave me the fucking creeps. Keep it up. You may have a future with this.

  12. LostintheDarkWoods

    Hi there! I loved your pasta, especially as a resident of Georgia. I was wondering if I could record myself reading aloud your content and post it on youtube. It’s miraculous! I was so fascinated that I was driven to personally repeat it to various members of my family, resulting in ardent cheers. I’d make sure to credit you; I’m sure youtube would love to hear this masterpiece!

  13. Extremely well written. As a KSU student, I enjoy seeing a good piece of fiction about campus. You are well on your way towards a professional level. Congratulations on getting your work published!

  14. so that’s what woke me up!! dude!! i was sleeping and you just came inside my room and take away my sheets?!?!?! what’s wrong with you?!?!?!?!?!

  15. How anyone can compare this author as being anywhere near the calibur of ‘Psychosis’ author such that they should team up and collaborate, is just… insulting. This story is full of overused cliches – tv’s with minds of their own, turning on even when unplugged, rotting meat with maggots in the kitchen, the smell of which brings the author close to, but not successfully, vomiting, and the being in the bed whose eyes and mouth are sewn shut are just too used up. If you’re going to use cliches, use one and work from there.
    Team up with ‘Psychosis’ author – what’s wrong with u?

  16. Wtf did you expect from a school in one of Georgia’s largest Civil War haunted areas? There’s a metric shit-ton of haunts around KSU.

  17. I agree with pastabones. It was very well written, had great flow, good description and not overdone. You finished out your thoughts with well ended and strung together sentences. There were a few snags that caught me but we, as readers, all have our own things that stand out to us. The thing I enjoyed most was that it was written with such ease that it felt honest, making it believable. That’s how you lead a reader. Good job and definitely keep writing.

  18. I liked this one. I was actually worried about what would be in that room labeled A…..caused I knew eventually he/she would go in there. 10/10

  19. I actually attended Kennesaw State University for a good two years, and I’ve never heard of anything like this…
    Granted last semester was my last semester there after transfer, but it just doesn’t sound that plausible…it’s a small campus, but I’ve had no creepy experiences there.

  20. No real holes to the plot that I saw.
    But, da fuck? Way to call the police. He also could’ve just gone to the other school, UGA, and as a commuter.

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