Here's another DRL first. (Mind you, that's two in one week!)
We are stamping a WARNING on the post of
Marion Pellicano Ambrose ---
This one is "Freakin' CREEPY"!
...proceed with reading at your own risk.
It's a nightmare on Lounge Street
It's a nightmare on Lounge Street
Marion Pellicano Ambrose
Several years ago I took a group of 8th graders to the National Junior Leadership Conference in Washington DC. Several side trips were planned, including one to Baltimore. While there, I met a high school teacher who told me the story of a young girl who was a senior at the Boarding school where she used to work.
Angie was a dedicated student. She was also a considerate friend and roommate. Finals were approaching and she decided to burn the midnight oil each night in order to study and earn an A. She knew her roommate was a light sleeper who took early classes so she chose to study in the basement recreation room, which would be empty at that time of night. After a few hours, she realized she left one of her textbooks back in her room. She trudged up the three flights of stairs and tiptoed down the hallway. She quietly opened the door and slipped into the pitch black dorm room. A strange metallic smell assaulted her senses and she heard a faint dripping sound, like a leaky faucet. “I’ll have to have
