“Everywhere I go,” the man said, staring through a window at the darkness pressing in against the glass, “there are always puddles of water beneath my feet. I think it’s supposed to mean something, but I don’t know what.”

To Jacob, sitting at the counter next to the man, the diner seemed to be too harshly lit, as if every object within had been rendered with almost painful intensity. He glanced at the man sitting on the next seat and sighed. One of those, he thought. Just my luck.

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There’s nothing quite as enjoyable as a well-told Ghost Story, and some of the scariest stories don’t rely at all on monsters and sudden surprises.

Take, for example, the tale below – something spooky is said to happen on the campus of Adelaide University, in South Australia. Something to do with the professor who died late one night on the 6th floor, and who is rumored to be there still.

If only in spirit…

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