My alma mater, the College of Mount Saint Vincent, has several ghost stories. One of the most beloved is about a ghost named Sarah. Sarah is believed to have been one of the orphan children that the Sisters of Charity cared for during the late 1800s. After she died from a sudden illness, her spirit stayed on the campus.
Sarah’s favorite place to haunt is Hayes Auditorium. A big fan of the theater, she likes to make herself known during performances and events. While I was there, the students had a tradition of greeting Sarah whenever they entered or exited the building. It was considered bad luck not to do so because then Sarah might decide to play a prank on you. There were a few people who didn’t do this, but I always did out of respect. Sarah didn’t mind if you didn’t believe in her because that didn’t stop her from existing, but she didn’t take kindly to people making fun of her.
When I was an Orientation Leader in 2005, one of the new resident directors completely dismissed her when we told him about the legend. He laughed at us for saying “Hi, Sarah,” when we entered the auditorium. Later on, he was briefing us about what to expect when the orientation students arrived. As he was talking, he went to lean back against a table that was set up on stage when it completely collapsed beneath him. We tried to warn him that he shouldn’t have messed with Sarah, but this did nothing to change his attitude concerning ghosts. Perhaps he just wasn’t a good fit for our college. He didn’t even make it a full year as resident director.
Sarah could also be helpful. During college, my husband (then boyfriend) was a resident assistant. One of George’s residents told him this story. The student had lost his security badge somewhere in the theater. After spending almost an hour looking, he was about to give up, when he asked out loud, “Sarah, please help me find my badge.” Suddenly he heard something drop from the dark alcove above. At his feet was the ID badge. Picking it up, he said, “Thanks, Sarah,” and quickly left the building.
My own encounter with Sarah was equally strange. I was taking photography in my Senior year. I had just come out of my class which was in the library. CMSV is particularly picturesque, so I always loved snapping pictures of the campus. The library is across the road from the auditorium. Aiming the camera at the circular window of the top floor, I said jokingly, “Smile, Sarah.” Hours later when I was going through the images, I noticed what looked like the face of a little girl sticking her tongue out at me.
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