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The Sage of Room 108

Age: 50

Text (The Story): TT (my mother) told me a story from her college days in India about a particular dorm room, Room 108, which students treated almost like a sacred site.

Years before she arrived on campus, an older student, known simply as “the Sage of 108”, had lived in that very room. No​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ one was able to recall his original name. It was said that he was a very quiet, withdrawn, and even reclusive a philosophy scholar, who was so much absorbed in his meditation that he almost never spoke, hardly ate, and didn’t seem very attracted to the usual college life.

According to one version of the myth, he arrived at jivanmukti which is the freedom of the spirit during life. Another one suggested that he was able to foresee things way before time: a professor’s sudden resignation, a student’s family emergency, or even an exam question weeks before it was written. 

It was whispered that he could be none other than the very Dattatreya, the Hindu god who is the wandering teacher. Dattatreya is a character who is said to go about the world very quietly, and be there when you least expect it, in different guises, to help people. Stories on the campus, however, say that the person living in Room 108 and carrying the same vibe as Dattatreya. He was detached, loving, and very much aware without being told. 

During the last days of his final year, the Sage just went off the campus without informing anyone of his intention. He left hauling with him a single cloth sack one morning and walked out through the college gate. When someone came to his room a few hours later, they found it empty with the exception of a piece of cloth neatly folded on the ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌desk.

After that, strange things were reported. Students claimed the room smelled faintly of incense even when no one entered. One girl told TT that she stepped inside room 108 and felt a pressure, a kind of overwhelming stillness that made her leave immediately.

The administration eventually sealed Room 108. They gave practical explanations such as “structural damage” and “student safety”, but none of the students believed that. Everyone knew the real reason: the room was too spiritually charged. Too many people reported intense emotions inside it. Too many believed the Sage had left something behind.

When TT attended college, students had already begun a tradition:

Before any major exam, they would slip into the hallway, fold their hands, and offer a quick prayer outside the locked door of Room 108.

Some just tapped the door frame.

Some left flowers or pens on the ground.

Some whispered the Sage’s name, though no one could agree on what it was.

TT herself admitted that before her final board exams, she walked there with a group of friends in the early morning. They didn’t really know what they were praying for, whether it was luck, calmness, clarity, or perhaps the presence of someone who achieved spiritual awakening.

She​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ mentioned that the corridor outside 108 had this weirdly quiet vibe all the time, like the sounds were muffled. When she and her schoolmates meet for reunions, there is always a person who talks about “the Sage of 108,” and all the others acknowledge it by a nod as if it were a shared ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌secret.

Context: TT told me this story while reminiscing about her college years in India. This memorate is typically shared among alumni, usually during nostalgic conversations about exams, early adulthood, or campus myths.

The setting, an Indian university, makes belief in holy men, gurus, reincarnation, and spiritual presence feel normal rather than supernatural. Indian campuses often blend secular life with sacred spaces, and Room 108 became one such hybrid: part dorm room, part shrine, part student ritual.

This story also fits a larger South Asian cultural context where certain numbers (such as 108, a sacred number in Hinduism and Buddhism) carry deep spiritual significance.

The Teller’s Thoughts: TT treats the story with a mix of nostalgia and respect. She doesn’t necessarily claim the Sage was literally an incarnation of Dattatreya, but she believes he had a spiritual depth that left an imprint on the campus. She describes Room 108 as a place students approached with sincerity, not fear and something in between superstition and faith.

She said, “We all felt calmer after praying there. Maybe that’s all that mattered.”

My Thoughts (Analysis): This memorate blends campus legend, reincarnation belief, and folk religion into a single story.

This story functions as a sacred space on a secular campus, a rite of passage before exams, and a blending of Hindu spiritual motifs with student life. The association with Dattatreya deepens the story’s symbolic power. Dattatreya is the wandering divine teacher who appears in humble forms, and the idea that a spiritually advanced figure might quietly live in a college dorm room fits this motif perfectly.

The closure of Room 108, the lingering incense scent, and the informal prayer ritual all add to the all add to the mysterious atmosphere that made Room 108 feel like more than just a dorm room.. The story also shows how students use legend to navigate stress and this transforms anxiety about exams into a communal ritual that is rooted in cultural spirituality.

Personally, I think the story beautifully captures how folklore forms in modern environments. A single individual, remembered only in fragments, becomes a symbol of calm, wisdom, and hope for generations of students who never met him.

Friendly Ghost

Age: late 70s/early80s

Text:

In the mid 1950s my mom and dad were looking for a house. They get a tour of this house from Mr. P who is looking to sell because his wife recently died. During the showing, my mom wants to ask to look in the closet but she gets a weird feeling like she shouldn’t, a mental message that said “Don’t open the closet door”. Mr. P is also reluctant and not wanting to show them the closet. So she sends out a mental “Please let us see it, I just want to know how big it is.” and the feeling goes away and Mr. P says he guesses it’s all right. She looks in the closet to find suits and old dresses belonging to the dead wife. They buy the house and move in. One day, my mom is boiling water and she goes upstairs, forgetting about the water and some time later she hears three big bangs and runs back downstairs to find the water nearly boiled dry. Those sounds were, of course, Mrs. P warning her about her water so she wouldn’t destroy her house. Eventually the kids grow up and move into a new house. The new occupants of the house also hear strange things so they call my mom to ask if it’s haunted, she says yes it is but its only Mrs. P and she is very nice don’t worry.

Context:

My grandma told me this story that her mother sent her in a letter in the 1980s. It takes place in Washington state.

Analysis:

In the letter, my great grandma (grandma’s mom), says she recalls a couple other times where she did things like leave the water running and got the three big bangs again, because of this she believes Mrs. P didn’t think she was a very good housewife. In the letter she says that she believes the Bible is not clear about where spirits are until the second coming so it doesn’t surprise her that Mrs. P would be back in the house she loved. She also expressed surprise that the young lady who bought the house called their realtor to ask if it was haunted, she of course told them about Mrs. P being nice and helpful and guessed that the reason they felt Mrs. P might be because they were remodeling the house.

My grandma’s thoughts on this are that she completely believes her mother felt something as she herself, along with other family members, have also felt similar strange things in the past. 

It was very fun to learn that we have a “haunted house” story in our family, though it’s not a traditional haunting because Mrs. P seems like a very nice ghost. The reaction of my great grandma to having a ghost in her house is very fitting for the type of people my family are, she just accepted it, unafraid, and lived alongside the ghost. Even though she was religious, having mentioned the bible in her letter, my great grandma seemed completely open to the idea of having a “spirit” living in her house, not attempting to use the bible to explain it in any way. I found it interesting that the actions of the ghost and the explanation my great grandma gave line up almost exactly with what we learned in class (GESM 120, Ghost Stories – Throughout Time and Around the World). Mrs. P’s love for her house driving her ghost to remain to protect it makes a lot of sense and I believe this story has to have at least some aspect of truth to it because of that. Mrs. P can be seen as a representation of a true early 1900s housewife who devoted not only her life but also her afterlife to caring for her house. This story could serve as a lesson for young girls on how to properly run and care for a household, especially considering the time it happened.

Protection made out of green stones

Age: 20

Story: The main character is C.Z., and she’s originally from Zhejiang province, China. She was born with a congenital heart disease, and she has almost always been in and out of hospitals. She’s weak, pale, and skinny, the skinny that looks unhealthy, not the type of skinny that makes others jealous. She has had at least 5 surgeries on her heart, although most are minor surgeries; a couple of them were pretty intense and serious. She said that if something had gone wrong on those, she could’ve died in her early childhood.

C.Z.’s grandmother was one of those superstitious people. She believed in all kinds of spiritual things, like amulets, psychics, and fortune tellers. Basically, anything that would “protect” and “enrich” the family and herself, she would spend thousands of dollars on it, although money isn’t an issue because C.Z.’s family is loaded. C.Z., however, thought all that was nonsense. She said that if this stuff really worked, then places like hospitals wouldn’t exist, and people wouldn’t have to work. All they need is some sort of supernatural beliefs.

On her 13th birthday, her grandmother gave her a green jade necklace as her birthday gift. The grandmother claimed that it was passed down by a generation of some spiritual masters, which makes it consecrated, and that it would protect her and make her healthy. C.Z. obviously thinks it’s all bullcrap, but she still thinks her grandmother for the effort of getting it. Also, she admitted that aside from the story behind it, the jade did look beautiful. So she kept it and wore it as an accessory.

A couple of weeks later, C.Z. was just coming home late from her art lesson. She stepped into the elevator alone, and just when the doors closed, the jade necklace that her grandmother gave her shattered. C.Z. was surprised and stunned by the sudden event. She claims that nothing else touched it. It was just hanging from her neck, and it felt like something had punched it from the inside.

C.Z. said that she was trying to figure out what happened, and she noticed that the elevator doors didn’t shut properly. She tried to open and close the door by hitting the buttons, but it still didn’t work. After a couple of tries, it finally managed to close, but then she suddenly felt a strange chill that crawled up her spine. She felt something was wrong, and she didn’t know why, but she stepped out of the elevator immediately. She stood there for a few minutes, thinking whether or not she’s overthinking it and scaring herself, but eventually she decided to take the stairs instead.

That night, all the residents were notified that the elevator had issues and had crashed while operating. A couple got injured, and the boyfriend was sent to the ER immediately after the accident. Luckily, the couple didn’t die, but C.Z. was stunned by the unexpected news. She sat and started to connect the relationship between the event and the broken jade. The more she thinks of it, the more she’s terrified about it. C.Z. told her grandmother what happened, and her grandmother was so relieved that C.Z. was wearing the necklace that day. A couple of days later, the grandmother gave C.Z. another jade necklace out of nowhere, claiming that it was “consecrated by that same spiritual master.”

Since then, C.Z. has worn the necklace 24/7, no matter what. She said that after wearing the necklace, she hasn’t needed any surgeries since then. C.Z. said she doesn’t know if it’s her condition is improving or if she is getting “something” from that piece of jade.

Context: This story occurred in Zhejiang province, China, in early times of April 2018. C.Z. was in an international school, and at that time she was in 7th grade. When the event happened, she told this story first to her grandmother, then to her family, and to her friends in middle school. When she studied for a few years in Saipan (my hometown), she told this story to me a couple of times, and some of her friends, and our English teacher.

Teller’s thought: So she doesn’t have a super crazy thought on the story because no “spirit” actually appeared. However, there was some sort of power that protected her from the event, and she said that she was really relieved that she chose to step out of the elevator, or else her body condition, that elevator would’ve killed her right on the spot. She’s also really grateful to her grandmother for believing in those superstitions, and she couldn’t believe that those superstitions saved her life some days. She also claims that ever since wearing the necklace, she feels like she’s getting very lucky, and she noticed that her life has become more wonderful. Nevertheless, she credited these feelings to her own optimism, but she does believe that her optimism is solely from the necklace and her grandmother.

My Thoughts: Although I have known her for 2 years, I’m like one of her best friends, and she’s one of my best friends. So her story I find to be true, because it’s really trustworthy. I’ve also received jade necklaces from my grandmother (it’s really like a tradition in Chinese cultures, where the elderly give you something valuable that’s been passed down from generation to generation), which was claimed to protect me from the evil spirits around me. I honestly can feel that some kind of power is surrounding me and, in a way, supporting me throughout my life. Also, I’ve seen some of the accessories her grandmother gave to her, and they were pretty and shiny. I tried them a couple of times, and to be honest, I feel nothing. But this doesn’t change the fact that it’s a good story.

Turkish Blood apotropaic – protection for car

Age: 21

Text:

“So what we do is, when we buy a car, usually, or when you buy a new thing, something new, it’s kind of brutal, but what they do usually it’s either chicken or like, sheep or something. They cut it and they put the blood in the front of the car, in the hood. They think it’s protected, like, the car, you know. It’s not religious. It’s just like a turkey. It’s just a Turkish thing.”

Context:

This custom seems to stem from animal sacrifice, though the informant insisted the practice today is just a “Turkish thing” and isn’t religious. According to him, this superstition/practice isn’t very popular with young people. 

Analysis:

The blood in this custom functions as an apotropaic, meant to protect a new object. Cars in this example carry special weight because they are very expensive in Turkey, around 2-3 times that in America, so it is a big life shift to purchase one. Though people are distancing themselves from the practice or original belief (first from Islamic tradition, then young people from older superstition) they still perform it. 

Protect My Grandchildren Ritual

Age: 20

Text: This practice comes from the person’s grandmother’s side of the family. The ritual blends cultural traditions with personal spirituality and takes a modern tweak of a ritual that was rooted from an official Baha’i ritual.

Context: “Ever since I was a child, whenever we visited my grandmother, she would burn incense. It wasn’t for any special celebration or event; she just did it whenever we came over. She’s Persian and has practiced the Baha’i faith most of her life, but this incense thing wasn’t strictly Baha’i. I see it more of a cultural and familial tradition. She always said it was to protect us from demons, especially the kids. When I first saw this happen, I just never really understood this practice; mostly because when I was a kid, it was just literally smoke. But after growing up, I really started to appreciate the gesture and protection of my grandmother.”

Interpretation: Burning incense as a protective act is a tradition present in many other cultures. In Persian households, this practice often blends Zoroastrian or folk beliefs with newer religions like the Baha’i faith. In this case, it functions as a quiet, domestic ritual of care, centered on shielding children from unseen harms. Though not explicitly religious, it holds a strong spiritual meaning and demonstrates how rituals can coexist alongside formal religion as intergenerational protection.