Another vignette of paranormal prose, the tingle you to your toes. "Remind me why I wanted to go to SMGC?"' Monika wondered aloud as she lugged six industrial strength textbooks and her laptop out of the BKT (Bl. Kateri Tekakwitha) Library on All Hallow's Eve. The university was lovely, old and very secluded. Way off the beaten track in the middle of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, which was all off the beaten track to start with.
The BKTL smelled of generations of academia. The Victorian buildings, with their lower level of beautiful windows and glass-work, so reflective on the nearby lake, were built shortly after the turn of the century by the Sisters of Mercy (some of whom, it was rumored, still haunted the place). Read on Sister Michael and the Prayer of the Damned
The BKTL smelled of generations of academia. The Victorian buildings, with their lower level of beautiful windows and glass-work, so reflective on the nearby lake, were built shortly after the turn of the century by the Sisters of Mercy (some of whom, it was rumored, still haunted the place). Read on Sister Michael and the Prayer of the Damned