Help! I Just Saw the Ghost of the Old BU Terrier and He Told Me I Have Ten Days To Live. What Do I Do?
Imagine this - you, an innocent Boston University student, walk around behind the GSU, and find a very suspiciously placed brick. You go, “Hmmmmm. I wonder…” and twist the brick around when, to your surprise, the earth opens up beneath you, and you fall down into a pit.
Well, believe it or not, this actually happened to me. When I fell into the pit, I looked around. It seemed like I was in the sewers, except there was no water. I stood up to my feet and looked around, chuckling to myself, “Wow, this place is a maze!” However, immediately after, I heard a haunting laugh ring through the tunnels. And it didn’t stop. “Alright alright… It wasn’t that funny,” I said to myself. But the laughing didn’t stop. It rang through the tunnels, bouncing off the metal walls, and jumping into my ears to play on those drums. I frantically looked around, hoping for some escape, when I saw it.
A doggish figure stood in the shadows at the end of one of the tunnels. Now, I’m no idiot. So immediately, I ran right towards the dog. I had to see if the dog was cute, fugly, or just plain ugly. Unfortunately, this “dog” was the ghost of the old BU terrier. And even worse, he was just plain ugly. “Rhett?” I asked.
“No. I’ve had many names, but I am not Rhett.”
“Then who are you?”
The old terrier then started to tilt his head to the side and shiver as he split into eight separate terriers. The terriers let out a scream as they separated, screaming “80xÖr?Z*f*>N.a#v*ÖpwLöX>yÜf9WÜtj1xÜLBvjRqtgfÄpx"Yc*,Z)?%z(.Acs3ZÄ.iT0QCxC?LzEG,H6R)t0mC8oyö7ah%ÄVTgÖä'btAgSsöXh8!c_W6q&pu.&,V9.”
Unimpressed, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. “Shit!” I cussed, “Today’s Wednesday! I’m supposed to run The Bunion’s Instagram. Look, uh… Terriers. I gotta go. Can you get me out of here?”
“LISTEN TO US,” the terriers yelled. “We are the terriers of the past.” Each dog then stepped forward and shared their name with me. “I am Pep.”
“Hi, I’m Kappa!”
“Hey, it’s Danny.”
“Danny II!”
“The name’s Gulliver.”
“My name is Fumbles!”
“Iiiiitsss Touchdown!”
“And I am Terrier III.”
I sighed and looked around. “Ok. Good job, you introduced yourselves. Now, how can I get out of here?”
The one called Gulliver barked at me and stared me down. “Doran Steinfeld. You must listen to me. In ten days, you will soon perish from this mortal plane. There is only one thing you can do if you are to survive.”
“Aight bet. What is it?”
Pep stepped forward with worried eyes. “You must find the chosen one. A student of Boston University like you. Her name… her name strikes fear in every professor.”
Fumbles looked around cautiously. “Her power… Her power exceeds that of God. She could do anything she wanted to.”
“Ok, well, what’s her name?” I asked.
All the dogs shrunk back silently except for Terrier III. “Her name.. Her name… Her name is Olga Syphil. And if you don’t find her in ten days, the demonspawn will be freed and kill you and everyone you love (Essentially, your airpods will stop working). Find her.” Suddenly, the terriers began to merge back into one, screeching and yelling, “Find her!” As they screamed, a beam of light shined on me and I was raised up through the earth, returning back to the BU “campus.”
These past few days since have been very interesting to say the least. A hawk flew by my face, stole my snack and came inches away from scratching my face, the green line went under construction, this strange ninja kept watching me from the rooftops, lightning struck (not near me, but it’s strange that it happened!), it was a full moon, I bit my tongue, I lost a sock, and I was stabbed in the lower thigh.
Honestly, I wonder if it’s all because I completely forgot to tell Olga about what the dogs said - she’s literally my friend. I kept meaning to, but it has already been nine days and now I’m afraid that it would be awkward if I reached out this late. What do you think? Should I reach out? What do I do?