College of Metaphysics

I once knew a faithful professor
Who bowed to that age-old high stressor;
The tales that he told
Of the students enrolled
Would make anyone seek a successor!

- Aethelwyne’s Short Verses and Tall Tales

January 2, 1956

The old campus seems strangely empty without the good doctor wandering around. I say so with a nostalgia unwarranted; it is not as if I were ever a student there, though it is a lovely setting for my walks.

I stopped by his old office today to see how she is getting along. No one new has taken up residence as yet; I imagine the room will remain unoccupied for some time. Triskele told me last week that the department had attempted to turn it into a storage room, at a loss for other options, only to find the next time they looked in that every box had been moved into the chair’s office and every stick of furniture in the chair’s office had been relocated to the pond.

Anyone questioned, of course, knew nothing. You would think such a reputed school of esoterica would have a little more experience with ghosts.