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.