Yes, the arts university, that place is creepy... I met a student's father who is always talking about weird shit coming from inside.

[...] (He gets angry) Is there anyone here who gives a shit about something!? Do they just know and try something and are trying to hide it!?? I don't understand. (he stammers) Nobody understands what I'm trying to tell them...either. (pause, he calms down) I keep trying to imagine everyone is joking with me, but I know they aren't. This has gone on for too long.

I- (sighing) I lost my son years ago. He was so handsome, very clever and he loved to play all these games, especially hide and go seek. But,(short pause) he was mentally ill. As he got older, he started to receive much less help from his doctors. One morning, my son left our house. Nobody knew where he was. We never saw him again. (long pause) I'd like to think he is somewhere peaceful, but I get sad when I think about him. Whatever... There is something wrong in this place, something that should not be here and feels like it can change our world or finish it all.