This is a story from my friend John B. I was walking from
a friends house going to visit some other friends on the Wesbrook (Maine) campus. It was a nice quiet
fall evening, As I walked I had a feeling that I was being watched. Still making my way to my
destination I heard bagpipes somewhat close by, I did not think anything about it when I heard it again. So I stopped
to listened for where the sound was coming from, and there was no one out there. I did not hear the sound again
and continued on, when I caught up with my friends I told them about this eerie feeling and the
bagpipes that I had heard. They responded in shock, saying that there rumors about a spirit that plays bagpipes at
the campus. The story still gives him the goose-bumps.
