The Legend of Mary Mayo--Part One

Leaves were bright orange, burnt red, and a gorgeous yellow on the campus of Michigan State University. Abby clutched her arms tighter around her body and tucked her hands into the sleeves of her hoodie. It was fall, finally, in Michigan. Gorgeous colors, hayrides, caramel apples, carving pumpkins were all a part of why this was her favorite season. The main reason, though, was that Halloween was in autumn. Costumes, Candy, Corn-mazes and Haunted Houses fill her mind this time of year. She walked into the Barista Café, the wind finally stopped blowing around her as she entered the building. Ordering a tall Vanilla Cappucino, she sat down in one of the big comphy leather chairs waiting for her friend. Courtney came running in five minutes later, obviously excited by something. Her short blonde hair had been mussed by the wind.
“What are you doing Thursday night?” She demanded, sitting down.
Abby set her drink down, “Absolutely nothing. Why, what’s up?”
“ Haunted House, Mayo hall, I’d love for you to go. I’m helping put iton with another mentor.” Courtney was smiling ear to ear. Abby agreed, as Courtney dove on, “Do you know the legend of Mary Mayo?” Abby had never heard of it, and urged Courtney to tell her, “Well,” Courtney started, “ it goes back long ago to when women were first admitted into MSU and only allowed to live in the Mayo dorm. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and she went down to the basement and hung herself in what now is known as the Red Room. Students have some odd experiences when they go to the "Red Room", it has been remodeled as a study lounge. The closet has formed into a storage closet over the years, but the clothes rod is still in there. One student was studying late at night (of course) before midterms, and she heard the rod vibrate against the walls (as if something had been tied to a rope then flung over it so the rod had to support the weight of the thrown object). She opened the door, and nothing was there, the closet had been cleaned out. The lights flickered and she heard a piano playing.
“ Two of my other RA friends went there and did it themselves. Adam was on duty that night, so he had the duty phone, too. They took a Ouiji board into the Red Room and lit a candle. The duty phone rang, and when the on-duty RA answered, no one was there. Thinking it was just a prank-call, the RA's decided to call the number back. Turns out, it was a number that didn't even exist. After that, the Ouji board went crazy, apparently, and they heard insane laughter when they started to conduct the Sayance. After the insane laughter, supposedly the face of Satan appeared to them dancing around.” She waited for a response.
“That’s just creepy.” Abby said, clutching her drink, “But I love it!”
“So you’ll go?”
“I already told you that!” Abby was excited, “ Better yet, you’re putting it on, aren’t you?” Courtney nodded, “Well then, we’re keeping the Red Room open later…and we’re having our own personal sayance.”