On the Saturday one of the women (girl) students from
Taymouth had returned, but was missing in the evening. We
made a search party looking for her. Maybe she fell off the
Chinese bridge into the Tay river out the back? Very dark.
Very creepy. No luck. We returned and sat in the lounge on
the ground floor. Someone said what if she stuck her head
up at the window. And then . . . a flash went off in my
mind.
I went up stairs to the kitchen a grabbed a bottle of
ketchup. I went outside, snuck under the window, rolled up
my sleeve, and poured ketchup on my hand and arm. Then I
lifted my hand and arm and tapped 3 times against the
window, finally sliding my hand and arm down the window.
I don't think I've ever heard so much screaming in my life.
I was told that everyone ran from the room and a lot of them
jumped into the old cage elevator. Too many of them
apparently, because it started to go up and then stopped
because it was overweight. Effectively trapping them in the
elevator and adding to the panic.
I didn't know what the word hysterics meant till that
night. Apparently there were three girls who couldn't stop
crying. I went to hide out in my room. My roommate from HMS had been out in the woods with his girlfriend
and was oblivious to everything that had happened returned
and decided we should smoke some hash. Which we did.
About 15 minutes later a knock came on the door. And it was
a short Scottish teacher who had returned to the school that
evening from the pub, quite drunk, wanted to know who was
responsible. I said it was a prank. He grabbed me and
slammed me up against the wall and started to yell at me. My
friend was from Texas, quite a big guy, pulled him off
of me and said I think yall should just calm down and
leave my friend alone. And the guy actually left.
As it turned out, the missing girl student was in a teachers
room. And we left the next day none too soon for me.
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