my college is haunted

An asshole roommate and "faulty" wifi.

It’s been a little bit since I posted some revenge, but I’ve reached far into my memory bank and remembered this little gem from my junior year of college. Like, A thieving roommate and a “haunted” xbox, this tale of revenge is similar in terms of exacting it with the use of technology.

I lived off-campus my junior year of college with two others. Roommate 1 was a jolly guy who had a good head on his shoulders. He was respectful, went to class, did his fair share of household chores, and was an overall pleasant human being and someone I still call a very good friend to this today. Roommate 2, well…where do I begin?

Roommate 2 was respectful to an extent, until becoming loud and aggressive with individuals he disagreed with. He never went to class, never cleaned (even though he was home 24/7), wasn’t really that pleasant, and is someone I’m glad I’ll never (hopefully) have to deal with again. I’d leave for class around 8am just to come back around 2pm to find him still asleep. Other times I’d come back and hear the blasts of lasers and the trademark swishing of a lightsaber which meant he was playing some online Star Wars game on his laptop all day. That fucking game. I don’t know why, but that piece of shit game made my blood boil. Maybe because it was old and his intensely focused enthusiasm on something so low-tech, insignificant, and underwhelming just pissed me off to no end.

The wretched stenches that permeated off of his body where vile and rank. He would go days without showering and the smells would linger like a bad case of syphilis mixed with space aids. He also had a fetish for interrupting me while I was busy studying just to ask stupid questions. He once asked me if the word “layer” as in “I baked a layer cake” was spelled the same way as “lair” as in “I’m Batman, look at my secret lair”. I could only put up with that for so long.

Lastly, he always stayed up late, since he never went to class, and would play that goddamn Star Wars game on full volume while screaming at the top of his lungs. Thankfully, my girlfriend at the time lived close by so I’d spend a few days a week there just so I wouldn’t have to deal with Roommate 2 and his antics. And yes, Roommate 1 and I had plenty reasonable talks with Roommate 2, but he didn’t care, even being at the ripe age of 26….

The straw the broke the camel’s back was when I had a BIG exam next morning for a class I was struggling in. My girlfriend was away at the time and Roommate 1 was at his girlfriend’s house. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the chance staying home and hoping for a good night’s sleep. I told Roommate 2 about my exam and to just be courteous while playing video games or whatever.

I lied down and fell asleep…

“Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew!!!!!” “Swish vrom vrom vrooom vroom vrooom!” “COME ON…..FUCKING KILL HIM…..YES…HAHAHAHAHA!”

I was awoken just a mere hour into my slumber to him playing that fucking game. I texted the asshole and told him to keep it down. He said ok and I went to bed…..nope.

This pattern continued until I finally got up at 4am to talk to him. I said what I had to say, he returned some passive aggressive comments since my other roommate wasn’t home, and I just went back in my room and studied more seeing how I wasn’t going to bed at all.

The time came; I took the test and failed.  I got home to be met with the usual horrid stench, complete squalor, and the sound of that fucking game.

I’d had it.

After doing some snooping around I found the username and passcode for my house’s wifi router (Roommate 1 had them in his room). I grinned ear to ear as I soon realized what I was going to do.

After class the next day , I went right home, walked immediately into my room, logged into the router and waited for Star Wars dick to emerge. I was never more excited for him to play that fucking game. I kept refreshing the page until I saw his computer was connected. I waited 10 minutes….then….boop! Restricted his internet access just like that. No more Star Wars for him.

You should have seen this guy plug and unplug the router. He was frantic. He couldn’t figure out what went wrong. He asked if I had internet and I obviously said no “It must be a faulty router…”. After an hour of euphoric payback , I turned it back on because unlike him, I had some school work to do and didn’t want my revenge to negatively affect me.

But I wasn’t done there.

Guess what went off every night at 11 pm? Yup.

Guess what stayed off everyday until 2pm? Yup.

Guess what was off when I left to be with my girlfriend for a few days? Or home for the weekend? Or when I just felt like it…? Yup.

I let Roommate 1 in on the revenge. We’d take turns controlling the wifi so if one of us wasn’t around, the other could continue without a hitch.

Roommate 2, being the complete moron that he was, never thought to actually call the internet provider. Being the complete narcissistic and delusional bastard he was, he got his Star Wars fix by playing it in the campus library. Who would have thought? He actually went there for something. I’m not sure how the ACTUAL students felt about that though….

For the remainder of that year, Roommate 1 and I continued fucking with wifi and he hadn’t the slightest clue. In fact, that made living there more livable since his time spent off-line was time spent on cleaning up and being a responsible human being.

“Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.” – Obi-Wan Kenobi

Should have took his advice, dick.

TL;DR: Awful roommate kept me up the night before a huge exam by loudly playing his stupid video game. I failed the exam and exacted my revenge by fucking with the wifi/router for the remainder of the year.

hoppskotch  asked:

Hey Bree! I checked your FAQ so I know I have a specific question. My college is very old and very haunted. Recently, two girls have been wandering around "ghost hunting" and disturbing the spirits to the point that previous non-believers are convinced that these girls upset the natural balance. They are now being haunted and harassed, but I don't want to banish these spirits because this is their home. Is there any "quelling" spells for upset spirits I can do? I want to make peace with them.

Unfortunately, this happens with a lot of so-called “ghost hunters.” They go in and stir things up and agitate the spirits and yell at them and act rudely in order to get a reaction they can document / scare themselves with. Then they leave, and they don’t apologize or say thank you or put things back in order.

Picture how mad you’d be if someone came into your house and acted this way and wrecked up the place. You’d be furious. You’d try to drive them out. And you’d be salty as fuck to anyone who visited unexpectedly for a good while. Human spirits aren’t very different in this regard, and it’s worse when there’s already an active haunting where any kind of intelligent activity is going on.

You can only really do so much yourself in situations like this. You can offer a little food or juice or alcohol to try to appease the spirits, to let them know that not everyone is an asshole, and that you hope things can return to a peaceful equilibrium. I’d also suggest putting some gentle protections in place around beds or sleeping quarters to help keep innocent bystanders out of the crossfire.

The very BEST scenario is to get the amateur spooksters to apologize and make the offering themselves, and then to cease their ghost-hunting activities unless they’re going to be MUCH more respectful of the resting dead. Or at least learn to clean up after themselves.

For more suggestions, you may want to talk to @ean-amhran or @theouijagirl.

(Reminder to readers that I am not a spirit worker and reserve the right to be very selective about what ghost-related questions I answer. Please do not ask me to diagnose whether your home is haunted or to interpret strange activity. Thank you!)

there’s a city in central-ish florida called cassadaga which was founded as a spiritualist commune in the 1800s because of the amount of paranormal energy there or whatever. i just looked it up because i’m curious to go check it out. i always thought it was way to the northwest of orlando, but turns out it’s directly north and right next to my first college, which was haunted af and had ghost tours and really bad energies in the surrounding little town. that entire region of central florida has got to be cursed

Let The Rain

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Warnings: suggestive scenarios, and cussing.


    College. The thing that had been haunting my dreams since I was young. My parents had been pestering me about college ever since I can remember, insisting I go and get a degree to make them proud. I didn’t know what I wanted to be, but I was incredibly smart, so I didn’t have to know. I had transferred to this college a few weeks in with a full ride scholarship, including a free dorm room. That wasn’t included, but the only open dorm was because the person who previously stayed there had just moved out. I wasn’t sure why someone would move out so so soon in the year, but I shrugged it off and decided it was just a coincidence. I had no idea it was because of the rather loud next door neighbor. And by loud, I meant the new girl he brought home every night that practically screamed his name. I had no idea what I was in for when I walked down the halls to my dorm room, pulling all my luggage behind me.

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drama-dragoness  asked:

I have reached my eighteenth year, and words like "adult" and "college" haunt my every step. I seek passage to the Birthday Unending, where I hope blood and glitter may soothe my fears of the worlds beyond this one. I bring a veritable mountain of stuffed animals to soothe the Birthday's nightmares, as well as a multitude of lovely costumes for dress-up purposes. These are my anchors to childhood, which I entrust to the Birthday, instead of trying to forget them.

WORDS ARE GHOSTS, IN THEIR WAY: THEY WILL HAUNT YOU.  SOME ARE BENIGN HAUNTINGS, WARNINGS OF THE WAY THE WORLD MUST GO.  THEY TELL YOU “IT IS TIME TO DO A THING, AND THE THING IS FRIGHTENING, BUT STILL ESSENTIAL."  THEY TELL YOU "TRY."  THEY TELL YOU "SUCCEED.”

OTHERS ARE CRUEL HAUNTINGS.  THEY MOCK AND BELITTLE AND PRY, AND THEY DO NOT FORGIVE, THEY DO NOT FORGET, AND WE CANNOT FORGET THEM.  WORDS ARE THE GREATEST GHOSTS OF ALL.  DO NOT BE AFRAID, BECAUSE YOU ARE HAUNTED; CALL UPON THE GHOSTS OF YOUR OWN HEART, AND HAUNT THEM BACK.

HERE IS YOUR SEAT AT THE TABLE.  HERE IS YOUR CONICAL HAT.  HERE IS A TABLE FOR YOUR PLUSH COMPANIONS, WITH CHAIRS TO FIT THEM, AND PLUSH CAKE AND CROCHET TEA FOR THEM TO ENJOY.  THEY WILL BE SAFE HERE.  ALWAYS.

WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY.  WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY.  WELCOME TO THE BIRTHDAY UNENDING.