I don't know if you have gotten one similar to this, but here it is:

Varnado Hall, Northwestern State University, Natchitoches, Louisiana
Spring, 1986

Background Information:
Northwestern used to be a convent school about 100 years ago. It is told that a young woman by the name of Isabella came to the convent when her lover left her. She was very anti-social, always moping about. One night there was a storm. All of the people in the convent went to the lower floor of the building, except Isabella, who insisted on locking herself in her room. The storm raged all night. The next morning, a couple of the women went to check on Isabella. After breaking the lock on the door, they found the window open and a bloody handprint on the wall. It was first assumed that Isabella simply ran away, however, since that night, strange things have happened at this location.

This is the story told to every incoming freshman (at least the women) by the upperclassmen at NSU. Now, here is what happened to me:

One evening, it was a Saturday, quite late (or should I say quite early Sunday morning), I was on my way back to my side of the dorm (Varnado was at that time a co-ed facility). There had been a formal dance, and some of us had continued the party on the male side of the dormitory. Between the two wings, there was a large living area with a fireplace, grand piano, large sectional sofa, big screen tv, etc...all closed off at 9 at night by big glass french doors...locked. My date was walking me across the foyer area to my side of the dormitory when we heard music...piano music. This music was coming from behind the french doors. My date and I looked at each other, both of us mouthing the same word - "Isabella". We looked through the doors toward the piano, and there was nothing there...no person that we could SEE. Yet the music continued.

I am sure that this was Isabella. I had greatly discounted stories of her when I became a student at the university, however, many others had similar experiences. There were also times that things in our dorm rooms were moved or missing entirely for days. When we got to a point where we asked her aloud to return them they would show up shortly thereafter.