I can remember when I first started here at Dartmouth. I was working in the
stacks and was shelving up on the 8th level. I got off the elevator and
rounded the corner with my truck, when all of a sudden this man with a hood
and cape was running toward me with a machete. I screamed and then
froze. I came to find out some of the students were filming a horror movie for
a drama class. It would have been nice to know in advance. It scared me
half to death.