Walking along the basement of Canaday library reminds me of one of those scenes from the horrors movies, where the lonesome virgin girl is peering above a shelf with her bespectacled glasses. And then slowly but surely a dark, shadowy figure looms behind her.

I'm pretty sure that I'm the only person down here at the moment. Creepy.


On another note, it's terrifying to see the scars decorate your arms.