Ghostin’ (Yuh): An Interview With the Little Demon Girl in the CGS Elevator

Article by: Gianna U | Photo by: Sadie

In April 1951, just before the College of General Studies at Boston University was founded, an immense tragedy occurred that would change the semblance of Boston for the rest of its long history. 

Well ok, I’m not sure if that part is true, but I’m pretty sure it happened??

I was going to a general meeting for this one club I’m in, and when I looked at the location on their Instagram story and saw it was in CGS, I was like  “Ok let me go to the first meeting and then drop this club because A. I’m doing wayyyy too much and B. I still kinda want to put more on my resume #workinggirl”

The meeting was on the fifth floor, and I had asthma as a kid so I knew I was NOT climbing up 5 flights of stairs. However, my alternative option contained horrors worse than showing up to the 8 person meeting like a winded toddler:

Take that fuckass elevator. 

That’s where I met Sally, the little girl that haunts the CGS elevator. I began to find companionship, I began to go back to those meetings to hear more of her story. Last week, I interviewed her for a feature in The Bunion Paper, or as she calls it, The Hallux Valgus Tribune.

Here’s what she said:

Gianna U: So tell me Sally, why have you chosen to reside in this elevator? 

Sally: Well, I guess I’ve just always found comfort in the flickering lights, the odd smell, and the anxious sweats of the students that come to take a ride.

Gianna U: That’s….interesting. So you like seeing discomfort from others.

Sally: Yes, I consider myself a sadist in that respect, especially in the way I see you nervously pant as we reach the fifth floor. 

I kinda started to get weirded out at this point, but I had to keep going in the name of research

Gianna U: What the hell, sure. So what do you do to keep yourself occupied?

Sally: Well, my studies encourage me to pursue the art, of crafts. 

Gianna U: Like arts and crafts?

Sally: Yes! The glue and the scissors and the construction paper makes my heart sing!

Gianna U: Awww that’s so wholesome…I think. Could you show me some of your work?

Sally: Of course!

She held up a picture of a cat, and I really hope the red caduceus and pentagram on it were done in paint (she also asked me for my blood type before this so I’m a little worried).

Gianna U: Well, we’re almost at my floor–Sally, I have one last question: are you angered by the way your lost soul is stuck in this small elevator? Do you wish your time hadn’t ended so abruptly?

Sally: Well, I did apply to be here.

Gianna U: What do you mean?

Sally: I checked off CGS on my application! I just got back from my semester in London, my 2 summers in Omaha, and my Co-Op in Sandwich, MA!

Gianna U: So, you’re not a little ghost girl that haunts the CGS elevator?

Sally:...No?

Gianna U: You’re a student?

Sally: At CGS, yes. I showed you my class assignment, remember?

At the end of our time together, we turned, held hands, and began to sing as the elevator stopped ever so slightly below the floor. 

“i know you hear me when i cryyyyyy”