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There's a building at the edge of my university's campus
that no one will acknowledge exists. I've spent months trying
to figure out why. I still don't have a clear answer.
I go to this university. It's mid size state university
in New Jersey, I'm still a student there. If you
also go there and you know what I'm talking about,
you'll know why I'm not using my or the school's
full real name. Don't want to be upfront about something
before I start. I don't have proof of most of
what I'm about to write. What I have is a
building that exists, an institutional silence around it that feels
deliberately maintained, and a collection of second hand accounts from
people who have no reason to coordinate their stories. Whether
you believe any of the rest of it is entirely
up to you. This is about the Triad apartments and
the fact that you've almost certainly never heard of it,
even if you've been a student there for years. That's
exactly the point I bet at this university. For going
on three years, I've done the campus tour, sat through orientation,
lived in the dorms, and talked to more ras and
housing staff than any normal person would in all that time,
not once from nobody, in no context did I ever
hear the name Tryad apartments mentioned. Not in the housing portal,
not in the campus map PDF, the one that gets
handed out to every incoming freshman, Not in the Sabat's Hall,
which contains the housing office nowhere. I only heard about
it by accident. Junior year, someone from my floor mentioned
it in passing quietly, almost like they weren't sure they
should be saying it, and then immediately change the subject.
When I asked them to elaborate, they look genuinely uncomfortable
and said that something like it's just a thing people say,
I don't actually know. That was enough to make me curious.
I wish it hadn't been. First thing I did was
try to find it on a map. Pull up Apple
Maps right now, search, tryad apartments, Try Google Maps, Try
the official interactive campus map on the university's website. Look
through the pdf they gave to every incoming student listing
every building and that parking lot on campus. It's not labeled,
not on any of them. The building which physically exists,
tucked on the far obscure edge of campus, far away
from every other dorm, apartment, even academic building. I stood
in front of it, and it does not appear on
a single publicly accessible map of the university. Every other
residential building is labeled. Every dining hall, every academic building,
every surface lot triad is simply absent, like somebody went
through and very deliberately made sure it wouldn't appear. So
I started asking around carefully and to people I trusted.
Here's what the process looks like. I asked an ra
someone I've known since freshman year, someone I genuinely like,
if he'd ever heard of Triad apartments. He paused for
just a beat too long before saying he hadn't. When
I asked, he said he'd heard the name maybe once,
but had no idea where it was or what it
was used for, and that I should probably ask someone
in the sabot's office. I asked someone in the sabots.
She told me they weren't familiar with that building name
and asked if I was sure I had the right campus.
When I said yes and described roughly where I'd been
told it was located, she said they'd look into it
and get back to me. They never did. I asked
a second housing staff member, framed it differently, said I
was looking into the history of campus residential buildings for
a class project. She told me there were some older
residential facilities that were no longer in use and pending evaluation,
and then I should submit a Record's request if I
wanted formal documentation the way she said it was practiced
like she'd said that exact sentence before I submitted the
Record's request. The response I received weeks later stated that
the building had been decommissioned from residential use due to
recurring infrastructure concerns, including drainage issues and confirmed presence of
environmental hazards. That was it. No dates, no details, no
indication of when it was decommissioned or what happened to
the students who had been housed there. Drainage issues, environmental hazards,
a whole residential complex scrubbed from every map. And that's
the official answer. Here's where to find it, I think
you should know. Walk past Business Hall, the academic hall
that's furthest out and closest to Triad. Keep going past
the last legitimate parking lot on that side of campus,
the one that's weirdly still operational, cars still parked in it, maintained,
just sitting there with no obvious foot traffic across the
train tracks. The walking there's nothing out there pointing you
in any direction, no signs, no pathway marking, no no lighting.
Most people who wander that direction assume they've reached the
edge of university property and they just turned back. If
you keep going, tryads there three connected apartment style buildings
stuck away like something the campus is trying to face,
away from, no other residential buildings anywhere near it, nothing
around it at all. It takes real effort to get there,
and even more effort to get convints yourself you're going
in the right direction when there's nothing confirming that you are.
The first time I found that, I stood there for
a long moment, just trying to absorb the fact that
this was a real place that real students had presumably
lived in, and that essentially no one on campus knew
it existed. What follows is what I've been told. I
want to be honest, I can't verify most of it.
Some of it's pieced together from multiple people's accounts. Some
of it might be exaggerated or wrong, with the kind
of story that gets reshaped with each retelling. Putting it
here because I've now heard enough consistent versions of it
from enough unconnected people that I don't know how to
write it off. Triad used to house students normally. At
some point the timeline's fuzzy I've heard anywhere from the
early twenty tens too closer to twenty seventeen, it quietly stopped.
No students were assigned there, no announcement was made. It
just dropped off the housing portal, and nobody was given
a reason. What some people say happen next is that
the building was repurposed, not officially, not under any name
that would show up at a university communication or press release.
The word that comes up most when people talk about
it is isolation. Students who were flagged for mental health crisis,
for behavioral issues, for things that aren't specified, were reportedly
brought to Triad and help there. Not as punishment exactly,
more like more like containment. A two week minimum. You
couldn't leave, you couldn't reach your family normally. The family
supposedly got a form letter, something about voluntary wellness support,
something that didn't say where their kid actually was. Now,
I want to be clear, this is a rumor. This
is what people say. I have not said spoken to
anyone who was personally held there or who will admit
to it, but I've now heard this specific detail. The
two week minimum, the form letter, the deliberate vagueness from
three different people on three separate occasions. They don't know
each other. They used almost identical language. Now the rest
of the story, the part that gets whispered, the part
where things get dark. I'm going to tell you plainly,
and i'm going to tell you it again that I
don't know if it's true. In twenty twenty, when COVID
hit and the university emptied out, something happened in Triad.
No accounts vary on the specific Some say a resident
who had been held there for far longer than two
weeks finally broke under the isolation. Some say what happened
was violent. Some say two other students in containment, a
young man and a young woman, didn't make it out,
killed by the rogue student. The names are not something
I'm going to write here, not because I don't leave
the people who have told me, but because if any
part of this is true, well they deserve more than
a Reddit post. After that story goes, the building was
fully shut down, staff gone, project ended, and whatever records
connected students to Triad were quietly dealt with. The Official answer,
if you can even get one, is flooding, mold, COVID, delaying, demolition,
Pick whatever, throwaway excuse feels least satisfying because they've apparently
cycled through all of them depending on who's asking. Here's
the thing about flooding and mold. Those aren't reasons to
erase a building from every map. Those aren't reasons for
three different housing staff members to give three slightly different
non answers when a student asks a simple question. Flooding
doesn't explain why an ra who's been at the school
for four years got quiet when you ask about the name.
I went out there at night once. I won't do
it again. It's not cinematic. It's not kind of scary
that makes a good story. The kind of wrong that's
harder to describe, the wrongness of a place that should
have people in it and doesn't. The parking lot behind
you was still functional, there are cars in it. And
then then you cross those tracks and the ambient noise
of the university just stops. No voices, no distant music
from a dorm window, no hum of anything, just the
buildings and the dark and the feeling that you stepped
slightly sideways from the campus. You know, the building itself
just felt wrong. It seemed barely like a student department
building at all, from its shape to its white color.
It was more. It was more reminiscent of a psych
word than anywhere a student was meant to live voluntarily
the way. Even the building itself was nearly a ten
minute walk beyond the next university owned building, which is
a lot of campus like ours, where every dorm and
academic building is crammed, sometimes not even a minute walk
from the next building. As if the school itself was
trying to hide it like a twisted secret, it all
gave off an eerie, almost dare I say, haunted vibe.
I stood there for maybe ten minutes. I was looking
at the windows, not really sure what this was, at
least supposed to be an abandoned building. On the third floor,
a light came on. It wasn't a normal room light.
It was the dim, sickly yellow of a flickering fluorescent
In that light, I saw a silhouette. It was standing
perfectly still, face pressed against the pane, just watching the
parking lot, watching me, not like someone looking out, but
someone trying to see if there was still a world outside.
I didn't look like a ghost exactly. It looked like
someone had forgotten how to be human, didn't move until
I did, and when I took a step back, it
vanished and the light cut out instantly, no click, just darkness.
I turned around to run and almost tripped over it.
A grave of sorts on the other side of the
road on it across flowers, glass shards, a name, other trinkets.
I jumped, spun around to face the Triad building once more.
Another light was on, this time on a different floor,
a different side. I ran. I didn't want to see
who else was watching. Other people who've seen the lights
sometimes shadows too. I've not talked to five students, different years,
no connection to each other, who have independently mentioned lights
in Triads, windows, not every night, not on any schedule
anyone can identify, but moving upper floors midnight. The university's
official position, as best I can tell, is that the
building is decommissioned and awaiting next steps, which could mean anything,
which might mean nothing. It might mean that whatever Triad
was used for, if the rumors are even close to true,
it isn't entirely finished yet. That somewhere up there, past
the train tracks, past the operational parking lot that exists
for no obvious reason, past everything that marks the edge
of the campus you're supposed to know about. Something is
still happening in a building that officially doesn't exist. There
are people who say they can still feel the people
who died in there, not like a ghost story, more
like some places hold things, like the weight of what
happened in a space doesn't fully leave just because the
people involved are gone, if they're even truly gone at all.
But Triad has been holding something since twenty twenty, and
nobody let it down. The lights come on, nobody explains them,
nobody comes to check, and the university, as far as
I can tell, would prefer you never went looking in
that direction at all. I don't know for sure what
happened there, what's still happening out there, if anything at all,
And I don't think I'm gonna find out. I'm not
sure I want to anymore, but I think I think
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