A Truthful Ghost Story

(Warning, viewer discretion is advised)

It was the 31:st of Spooktober, the day of Treats and Tricks. After the end of the Introduction, the nights were turning longer and darker. The creatures of the dark acting more venturous and daring...

The hARdworking archivist entered the Math Building’s well know archive to continue the creation of the world renowned carrot wine Hilbeaux. Alas, when the archivist turned on the lights, the light bulbs could only flimmer for a second, before they cracked. A cloud of dust made its way towards the archivist.
“Bloody dust! I thought I had finally gotten rid of you last week!” exclaimed the archivist.
“What’s this? Do I notice the smell of alcohol?” said a voice coming from a small secluded corner.
“Hello? Who’s there?” asked the Archivist, while thinking: The archive is so exclusive. Not just anyone has access to this place!”
“I am Count P.U., and have emerged to feed.” said the voice when they entered the remaining light of the basement. They had long, white canines, skin pale as a pearl and a dark, terror inducing cape. (Well, kinda not quite as cool of a cape as the ones the Fös wears.)
“Oh dear, what a killer style you’re sporting! You’re looking like a proper neat vampire”, said the archivist while he poked at the count’s canines. “The teeth feels so real!”
“Well, that’s because they are! But I’m not just any ordinary vampire, I am a real dare-devil that feed upon the happiness of Techologists and their will to live! MOHAHAHAHA! (An incredibly horrifying laughter).

The archivist finally realised what P.U stands for: the Permits Unit!!! :O But alas, it was too late! Count P.U. handed over the despairing act: a card with neatly written text reading in all caps “BYOB NOW PROHIBITED”. While the archivist ran away to find the adorable Minions of Truth, the amazing guild Photographer arrived at the archive to pick up the camera. Count P.U. greeted the photographer and asked to have their picture taken to remember “My blinding victory”. Ever the eager photographer, who never declines an invitation to take photos, the photographer prepared the lightning on the camera and took a photo of the count. Count P.U. stroke a pose as if they were to be on the front page of a vouge magazine. In other words, they Vouged.
“Let’s have a look at those pictures now!”

But when the photographer looked through the pictures just taken, they only contained the empty archive…
“Huh? That’s odd. What do you think happened with the pictures?” asked the photographer to the count, who stood perplexed behind. They had completely forgotten what they were for a moment.
“Bah, it’s just a bunch of bollocks! I have succeeded in preventing all of your BYOBs, so take that! Next when I return, I will have robbed you of all your happiness, your sittings AND Hilbert Café! The entirety of the Math Building will be mine! MOHAHAHAHAHA!!!
The count turned into a cluster of bats and escaped through the tunnels…
“Meh, I’ve seen Batman use that trick before.” the photographer said out loud, before realizing exactly what the count just had said.

Luckily, all of the Festivities Committée’s heads happened to pass by the archive and wondered why the photographer looked so depressed, having broken down and was lying in a sad lump on the floor. The archivist returned just in time to witness everyone standing around the photographer and realized they also must have met the count.
“It was count P.U. who was here mere moments ago. They feed upon the technologist’s happiness and will to live and has therefore prevented us from having BYOB on campus!”
“Meh, what could a random dude who is calling themself Count P.U. ever do to us?” asked Joar.
“P.U. stands for Permits Unit!!!¡ (Archivist)
“Ohh noooo!!! Then they surely can prohibit BYOBs!” said Tilda.
“That’s not even the worst part! The worst thing is that they is a vampire! (Archivist)
“But if they is a vampire, silver could be used as a counter measurement to make them never return. The second best thing we got, is that life size bronze moose statu -, “ started Rebecka.
“Actually, that motion was rejected, so we never did get that bronze moose.” Oskar interrupted.
“NOOOOO!!! We are doooommmeeeed!” screamed Tobias.
“Is there no other way we could protect ourselves from the Permits Unit?” asked Karl.
“Well, hello, isn’t vampires cryptonite garlic? I mean, the Fös has a whole ICA bag with around 70 garlics in the Café fridge since the Introduction. Couldn’t we just place the everywhere in the Math Building so that Permits Unitsy Vampire or whoever can’t return to enforce the prohibition.”

So with Jacob’s genius idea and the heads quick thinking and acting, 70 whole garlics were scattered across the Math Building in just one short hour. The Math Building and its dearly beloved archive did not get any more visits from Count P.U. and the guild lived happily ever after!

Disclaimer: We are still prohibited from BYOB, so don’t break that pls.