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W-File: uluwmurder.html
Type: Urban Legend
Location: University of
Wisconsin,
Madison
Source: The ghost-discuss egroup. Message post #6134, Date: Fri Nov 10, 2000 3:24pm, Subject: MASS MURDER ON CAMPUS
One Halloween afternoon, Geraldo Rivera brought a renowned psychic
onto his talk show. In the course of the interview, Rivera asked his
guest, "Most of your predictions are for the distant future. Do you
seen anything we should be concerned about today?"
The psychic concentrated and then she said, "There's a university in
the Midwest. It a Big Ten school, I see a statue of Abraham Lincoln on
a hill. There is a large lake at the foot of the hill. The school's
name begins with 'W' And I see red."
"Wisconsin," Rivera said. "Wisconsin's colors are red and white." "No,"
said the psychic, "not the red of school colors. I see the red of
blood. There's a murder loose on the Wisconsin campus at Madison. And
before the night is over, 12 students will be dead."
In Madison, the psychic's predictions caused a panic. Students who had
planned to join the huge outdoor Halloween celebration on State Street
that evening now ran for their cars and got out of town as fast as they
could drive. Other students barricaded themselves in their dorms.
Sponsors of the State Street Beer Bash announced that the party was
off. But one of the fraternities refused to be intimidated. Halloween
in Madison was one of the biggest events of the year, and the brothers
were not going to miss it because some psychic had predicted mayhem on
campus. The guys let it be know that the party in their frat house was
still on.
By nine o' clock, about 40 fearless partiers were doing shots in the
frat house's cellar bar overlooking Lake Mendota. It was a small
turn-out by Madison standards, but the hardy few were determined to
have a good time anyway.
As the night wore on, one by one, the guests slipped off to find empty
beds and sofas where they could pass out. By three in the morning, a
dozen partiers remained in the cellar bar. The last one awake was the
frat's president. He unlocked the sliding glass doors and stepped out
onto the lakefront terrace. He was pretty drunk and he thought a little
fresh air would clear his head. Then, after a few moments, he went back
into the house, collapsed in a ratty recliner and fell asleep.
Late the next morning, one of the hungover brothers woke up in his
room. The house was freezing. He stumbled downstairs to see if the
heater's pilot had gone out in the night. In the cellar bar he found
the sliding doors to the lakefront terrace wide open. Twelve bloody
bodies were scattered around the room.
Variations: Virtually every college has a version of this legend and
tailors the details to fit the school. In its original form, Jeanne
Dixon, the renowned psychic of the 1960's, predicts the murders.
