Creepy College Cult

Age: 25

Text:

Interviewer: “What is your ghost story?” 


MP: “Um, so I was walking around the basement of, um, one of the buildings at my college and, um, just, like, waiting in between classes, and I saw there’s all these club posters, and then there was this poster about joining Lord Vantis’s cult, and I didn’t know who that was or what that was, but all you had to do is text the number, and I said, yeah, this will be fun. So then I joined the number, I texted the number, and the number texted back, and they started telling me about this like cult leader they had and how he was great and how he had written all these texts. And then they sent me a link to those texts. 
And this like kept going for like a week or two and they kept texting me about this guy and I was just like, well, this is so much, this is so silly. This is so much fun. But then I hadn’t heard from them for a few days. 
And I was starting to get nervous, and so I texted and I was like, is everything okay? And they were like, actually, Lord Vantis has just died. And I was like, oh no, because, well, that’s the head of this cult. 
Um, and then the next day, the pandemic started, and the school closed forever, and, well, for, like, 2 years. And so then, I was really scared because I thought that the death of Lord Vantis had caused the global pandemic. And yeah, I haven’t heard from him since, and I hope not to hear from him again, because I’m worried about what it may bring back to the world.”

Interviewer: “What do you think about or take away from the story?”

MP: “Oh, um, well, I think that maybe… It tells me that, like, the things that I encounter on my day-to-day life, I should maybe be more cautious with. 
And also, maybe don’t text random numbers you find on a poster in a random building.”

Interviewer: “Do you believe in Lord Vantis’s ghostly behaviors?”

MP: “Um, I definitely, I don’t think he’s responsible for the pandemic. 
I mean, like, I know it was, like, an actual, like, like medical thing, but like it could have been like it, it could have been exacerbated and made worse because Lord Vantis died. We’ll never know if he had lived if it would have been that bad. I’ve never seen him, and I don’t think I’d like to see him. 
So that’s good.

Context:

This story occurred at Georgetown University in the winter of 2019, directly before the Covid-19 pandemic rapidly began to spread. The informant was a Freshman at the time of her experience.

Analysis:

This experience is likely purely coincidental, as believed by myself and the informant. However, there is a sense of mystery and uneasiness, as Lord Vantis acts as this unknown, supernatural-like figure. Ghostly encounters also can often be encounters of coincidence (someone happens to hear a creak in an old house, etc). The identities of the person sending MP the messages and Lord Vantis themself remain unknown, appealing to the ghostly aspect.

Late Night Newspaper Room Ghost

Age: 58

Location: Boston, MA (Tufts University)

Text:
“when I was in college, I worked for the student newspaper, and I pulled a ton of all-nighters. I was always in that newspaper office at like 2 or 3 a.m., laying out pages, fixing articles, doing all the last-minute formatting before everything went to print. At that hour the building was basically dead. There were never really any students, no professors. Most of the time it was just me and maybe a few others from the school paper.

One night I was alone in the office working, and I heard this knocking on the door. I got up and opened the door but nobody was there. The whole hallway was silent. I didn’t really think much of it though I thought it was a bit creepy. I figured maybe someone was messing around or walking by, so I went back to work. But about twenty minutes later, the same knocking happened again. Again, I opened the door and there was nothing there.

At this point I was still trying to stay focused, but I was definitely getting freaked out. Then, sometime around four in the morning, it happened a third time. Same knocks. Same pace. Like someone was trying to get my attention on purpose. Now i was scared.

This time I didn’t open the door. I figured that if whatever it was was trying to play tricks on me, then then now would be the time that there was finally something there. So I didn’t answer it. But then it knocked again. So I got up and opened the door. There was still nothing there!

After the fourth time it never happened again. Ever. No explanation, no ending, no clue what was going on. Just knocks in the middle of the night that stopped as suddenly as they started. It was weird. Part of me thinks it was just someone messing with me. But that room could’ve been haunted”

Context:

This memorate was told to the informant by their father, who experienced repeated unexplained knocking while working alone in his college newspaper office late at night during production deadlines.

Analysis:

This memorate fits perfectly into campus ghost lore, where late-night workspaces become settings for strange and unexplained events. The repeated knocking creates a sense of intentional but invisible presence. What gives the story its power is the lack of resolution: no culprit, no explanation, just unexplained knocks that never returned. The mystery itself becomes the haunting, turning an ordinary college office into a space marked by unease and unanswered questions.

The Bride of the Ball Field

Age: 35

Location: Kailua Kona, Hawai’i

Text:

“So we’re getting back super late from an away game, like close to midnight. The field’s totally dark, no lights on anywhere, just the bus headlights. We all start unloading our gear, and I noticed the lady. At first I just stared out because I couldn’t tell what it was.

I tell everyone, ‘Do you guys see that?’ And we all look, and there’s this lady in a long white dress just walking the warning track. Slow, like she’s searching for something. At first we thought she was just some random person who wandered in, but the longer we watched her, the weirder it felt. She never looked at us, never changed her pace, never reacted at all.

Her dress was dragging behind her like it was floating, even though there was no wind. And she just kept making this slow loop around the field, head kind of tilted like she was looking for someone.

We all started unpacking the bus way faster. Like throwing bags out, not even caring where they landed because everyone just wanted to get to their cars and get out of there. By the time we left, she was still out there walking the field, not noticing us at all.

I thought about it for a while that night and recalled the dress looking like a wedding dress. Although I wasn’t sure, I thought that maybe she was searching for her husband.”

Context:

This ghost story was told to the informant by their baseball coach. The coach claimed to have encountered the apparition more than once over the years. He described the woman as a deserted bride who wanders the baseball field at night searching for the man who abandoned her on their wedding day

Analysis:

This legend blends personal testimony with the classic “white lady” ghost motif. The baseball field, normally filled with noise, players, and daylight becomes creepy when empty and dark. This creates the perfect setting for a spectral figure whose emotional trauma keeps her stuck to the space.

The lady’s slow pacing reveals her restlessness, mirroring her search for her husband who left her. The idea that she is only present at night reinforces her connection to liminality: she inhabits the darkness, the in-between spaces, and vanishes as the sun comes up.

Skulls, Watermelons, and the White figures

Age: 18

Informant: So the story goes like this: One time in my dream I was near a Watermelon field. It was a dark night, and I was walking inside the field. As I was walking, I had an odd sensation that the watermelon beneath me are not watermelons, but rather human head. With that realization I think I saw a human head cracked open, and watermelons near it also cracked. Then, A white, shadowy figure appeared next to that watermelon. It’s appeared so suddenly, and quickly disappeared. I was shocked by what I was seeing as I woken up from my dreams. Then I saw a white figure flying out of my room’s door in great speed, but I was so tired out that night that I fall asleep again after that encounter.

Informant’s thought: The informant take this as a possibly a hallucination out of tiredness he felt during that distant night. This event happened in his early Childhood, supposedly back in his hometown.

My Analysis: While I suspect this can be serve as an account for ghost, I do think this story featured many motifs in ghost stories such as the midnight time, and seems to imply that those watermelons could be a product of spirit possession: Hence the cracking watermelon seems to “release” the spirit within.

Maybe a ghost on internet?

Age: 28

Informant: Last year, in December, I was talking with someone online who seemed to have a strange sense of humor and way of speaking that made our conversation difficult and confusing. That person was mainly sharing philosophical thoughts, which seemed too much, as every word and topic would be followed by unclear and irritating sentences. He talked about death often as well, and luckily or unfortunately, I do not remember the details. Thus, we have been talking and even fighting for hours through these messages. The next day I woke up and learnt that one of my relatives had died. It was very unexpected, because even though that person was old, he was strong, full of life, and energetic. For some reason, I saw a strange connection between the conversations I had and his death because later I was told the hour his heart stopped at, and that is exactly when we were talking with this person without any plans of ever speaking again. The death of my relative made a huge psychological impact, and for weeks, I was falling out of life and was in a vulnerable emotional state. In February, almost two months later, I accidentally found the same person again. I remember telling him about everything that happened during the first two months and how I connected that death with our conversation. I remember him telling me that he is sick and needs to leave, and I was so deeply immersed in my emotions that I kept saying to him, “No, you will answer all my questions, and help me, and then you can go. It started with you, it will end with you.” It was half a joke, as the person could obviously just stop writing and leave, but still talked to me until I received all the answers that I thought would help me feel better.
It worked, and I started getting back to my normal life after our second and probably last conversation. While this experience is mainly about how I perceived this situation, connecting our communication with the death incident and mentally ending the suffering of grief that stopped me from moving on with my life, I still find it to be a strange coincidence with the timing of meeting the same person twice, with the topics we discussed that left an unusual feeling, and then such an important life event occurred and then ended like it had any power over the situation. And while telling this story, my bag fell down from the place where it had been for hours.

Context: The informant told this story to me through voice recording.

Informant thoughts: The informant does not believe in ghost and folklore, but did feel a little surprised or spooked with the coincidences in this particular event.

My analysis: While it does seem far fetched that a stranger, ghost or not ghost, could have some power over affecting people’s death and emotions. I think if we are to look at this story through the possibility of internet ghost, this story becomes very interesting. Assuming this encounter with this stranger online was in fact a ghost encounter, this fits the narrative or at least the idea of trans-humanism: Where one’s soul or mind can be uploaded, trapped within the digital space. This might also explain why this particular internet stranger is so fond of death. What might have happened could be that the ghost was angered and possibly brought misfortunate upon the informant, but after they made peace again, the ghost seems to have the power to help the informant to go on back to life.