Author's Note: So, I was in class the other day -at my frankly terrifying school- when my teacher mentioned in passing, as a sort of annoyed joke, that our classroom had a poltergeist. Weird things happen in that classroom a lot, even during class, and she was irritated. But it got my mind whirling of course. Our school has a lot of secrets. A lot of bad things have happened here; we even have a few ghost stories. I mean, what a perfect excuse for the boys to come check things out, right?

Disclaimer: the boys are only mine in my daydreams.

"Bobby said this girl called him, right? She reads Chuck's books apparently; probably got the number from Becky somehow. Anyway, she's freaking out, says there's a haunting at her school. But get this: all the events she is describing don't line up."

Dean squinted at the road, listening to Sam lay out the facts. The Alabama swamps were giving way to firmer ground and swaying palm trees the closer they got to the Florida line.

"What do you mean? You think she's making it up?"

"Bobby doesn't think so. So the first thing she described was this girl in a white dress. She wanders the halls, apparently sits at the top of the stair tower in one of the girls' dorms, her hair covering her face, whispering gibberish and rocking."

"Creepy."

"Right. But then a friend of hers was working a night shift in another building and had an encounter with a male apparition in a bloody hardhat. Air grew cold, burst of wind, whole nine yards."

"Ok, so ghost Bob the Builder."

"Sure. But she also mentioned some sort of evil in the dorm walls, poltergeist activity in a classroom, and some sort of weird occult rituals? But it all sounds legit the way she describes it."

"So what're we looking at, a major haunting? Like a bunch of baddies all at once?"

"It looks that way. The question is why? The place has perfect records." Sam scrolled through the information pages, and checked local news site archives. "No foul play, violent deaths, scandal...I can't find anything since the school was founded in '74. It's just decades of glowing reports."

"Well, nowhere can be that perfect. Yes. I mean, yes! It's about time we had a case at a college. Frat girls, man. Parties." Dean glanced over at his brother and raised his eyebrows with an eager, teasing smirk. "Right? And I mean there'll be stuff for you to do too; geek out at the library or study club or whatever. I'm gonna check out the blonds."

Sam rolled his eyes in the passenger seat as he filled out the visitor pass information they'd need, registering their arrival with the college.

"Dude, it's not that kind of school."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sam turned the computer screen toward his brother as proof.

"It means it's a religious college. Like, really religious. It used to be that they wouldn't even let girls and guys use the same sidewalks. So I don't think you're gonna have much luck in the girl department. And get this: there were two new rule changes in the last few years. Wanna give it a wild guess?"

Dean's face had twisted into a look of disbelief and disgust as Sam was talking.

"Wow. Crazy-town. What, are you serious? Aw man, why'd we have to go to a prude college, huh? Why can't we get a job at a party school? Oh guess, right...um...co-ed elevators?"

Sam grinned smugly, shaking his head.

"No, actually. Still separate elevators. And stairwells. And parking lots and garages. Give up? Headphones and beards are now allowed, within the regulated guidelines."

Dean took his eyes off the road and halfway turned toward his brother.

"What? This is fake, right, this is a joke?"

"No, not really. Parents send their kids here because the school is squeaky clean. I mean, I kinda see the appeal; you don't have to worry about Johnny getting hooked on drugs in college if there are room inspections and enforced curfews. Looking at the rule book, it's like airtight. You'd have to be a freaking genius for anyone to get away with anything."

"Oh, get away with anything like walking on the same sidewalk as a chick? It's a prison. We are willingly walking into prison. Please tell me you did not sign us on as students."

"No actually. According to the rule book we would both have to cut our hair short as students."

"For the love of-"

"-I said we were visiting pastors."

Author's Note: So...what do you think? What could possibly be causing hauntings at a college that's so perfect, if a bit...um...conservative? Just to be clear guys, fun fact - all the ghost stories and all the rules having to do with the school are totally real. Actually if they see I got around their internet censoring to get on this site, I'll be in big trouble. SO I'll post as often as I can and hope I don't get caught. ;) PLEASE COMMENT! It'll help me survive this place.