We lived next to Stonewall’s classroom my first class year, and twice I heard or felt things–one night, our door opened and a cold presence made its way around the room, walking around the hays–the cold left and the door shut–there was no wind at all, so I’ve always assumed it was someone coming back to check. I was a cadet assistant, and I also had to lock up Preston Library on Saturday nights–the hardest part (besides going into the Timmins Room to make sure that the on-confinement folks with dates had disposed of their condoms properly) was turning off the lights on all the then-10 floors of the stacks–I knew the place was empty, but was always scared to death when i started and felt much better after i locked the front door. I can’t remember our first rat sentinel, so can’t vouch one way or another for that (though now that i think of it, it may have been Ricky North, who didn’t graduate). I lived over Washington Arch my third class year–four of the five of us were Yankees and all of us graduated, so wherever that legend came from, it was certainly not current 1969-73. This brings back a number of memories–as well as remind me that barracks stories adapt with time.
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