(2.0[[zq iutE.
September IS, 1980
Atlantic Christiui College
Number 4
riii
A
KLKCTRIC HORSEMAN
RETURNS!
^[arood 'j3iu£.i.
It was at the end of August
when he was last seen. School
was ready to open and the RA’s
had already returned. My
friend and 1 had just sat through
hours of orientation, and we
were making our way across
campus heading for the dormi
tory, and a well deserved rest.
The full moon was slowly
ascending into the hot August
night, and the patchwork sky
broke its orange light into a
collage of shadows which
blanketed the campus.
As we passed by the fountain,
I causually turned my attention
to center campus. Suddenly,
breaking out from the dark area
by Hardy Center, moving across
campus towards Caldwell, I saw
him.
It was in the Spring, April I
think, that he was last seen.
Over the summer I’d almost
forgotten about him. Forgotten
•the terror that he had inspired
even in the hearts of the bravest
of men. Even the campus
patrolmen shudder at the men
tion of his name. But it was on
that sultry Friday night that he
chose to ride again. “Ride,”
you say? Yes, for we are
speaking of “The Electric
Horseman!” And there, slip
ping through the trees, only fifty
yards away from us, he rode
again.
After a few seconds, I lost
sight of the figure as it slipped
into the concealing darkness of
Caldwell’s shadows. 1 wiped
the sweat from my forehead and
peered diligently into the night,
hoping to catch another glimpse
of this menacing figure. Our
legs moved us a few feet closer,
but our hearts were racing at an
incredible rate. We stopped to
listen. Nothing but the distant
hum of trucks on the highway,
then there was a sudden rushing
of feet, and I was alone. My
friend had left me to face this
horror alone. I moved towards
Caldwell, cautiously, fearful of
what might be waiting for me
there in the shadows. I visually
searched the area until my eyes
froze on what 1 thought to be my
evasive spector. It was about
thirty feet away from me, and it
glowed in an eerie blue light,
but it didn’t move. It just stood
there, silently but always intim
idating my every movement.
Slowly I reached out my arm to
touch the edge of the blue light
that was encompassing the en
tire area. Soon I was engulfed
in the blue, pulsating light. 1
became panic stricken, my
senses were electrified. 1
turned and began to run back
towards the security of the
lighted Student Center. The
bushes russled, I turned and in
an instant he was upon me. He
moved with lightning speed and
before 1 had time to gather my
senses. I found myself tangled
in the thorns and bushes. Down
and no where to turn, 1 realized I
was at the mercy of this ghostly
stranger.
Much to my amazement, my
adversary passed me by as if I
hadn’t even been there. He
proceeded to the fountain and
was in the water in an instant.
I pulled myself up and
followed the luminescent trail of
my apparition friend. As I
approached the fountain, he
slowly turned around until he
was facing me. His stare cut
through me as I made eye
contact with him, and I felt as if
I’d melt away to nothing. After
what seemed like a lifetime he
opened his mouth and spoke
with a voice that left me cold,
withdrawn, and desperate. "I
am the Electric Horseman! I
will return!” He then slowly
began to sink in the dark, murky
waters of the fountain, and was
It was about ten minutes
before I could move again.
When I finally did, I ran, as fast
as humanly possible, to the
nearest lighted building, where
1 collapsed in the center of a
group of people.
When I woke, after three and
a half hours. I delivered my
story to the concerned group
that had come to my aid. Some
scoffed, some laughed, others
were leary. But what ever their
opinions were at the time, they
were all cautious to kxik towards
center campus when passing by
the Student Center.
Who is the Electric
Horseman? Where di>es he
come from? And why has he
chosen to conduc't his sinister
rides here at ACC? I don't know
but I'm looking for the answers
and if I or any of my colleagues
should encounter the answers
somewhere out there, we will
try to get word to the rest of you.
''OFF & UIJNNINC;;
H£. ^lj~*£.cic0cii.
Have you recently seen groups
of girls out running or walking all
around campus and wondered
what had gotten into them?
Wekk, many of the girls here on
campus were participating in
“OFF (& RUNNING”, a running
contest sponsored by Women’s
Interdorm Association. The
goal was for each floor in the
dorms was 150 miles, and that
meant not only running, but also
a lot of group enthusiasm!
The first floor to complete 150
miles was fifth floor of Waters.
With the majority of the girls on
the floor participating and work
ing together, they finished in
only six days! The second floor
to finish was fourth floor Weng
er. Congratulations to all of
these girls who worked so hard
to do so well!
Thanks so much to the many
girls all over campus who partic
ipated. Not only will their
participation show in their phys
ically fit bodies, but also each
girl will receive a prize for
helping out her floor!
WIA hopes this project has
helped many of you to get in
shape and also helped you to get
to know the people on your hall.
WIA will be having many more
activities this year, so girls keep
your eyes open for more on what
your interdorm association is up
to!
cont’d on page 3
'\UA
CONCEttT!
Marty Bear in concert
September 16th in Hardy Alum
ni Hall at 9:oo pm.
Marty Bear, a native of New
York City, had his beginnings in
entertainment through musical
comedy theatre. His universal
audience appeal has led him to
branch out to performances
throughout the East Coast from
Maine to Florida in colleges,
clubs, resorts as well as theatre
companies.
Marty sings with the talent
and feeling that has led critics to
call him “the voice of the 80’s”.
Marty has an upcoming album
featuring songs from a variety of
artists such as: Loggins and
Messina. Paul Simon, James
Taylor. Cat Stevens, Crosby,
Stills, Nash and Young, Billy
Joel, and others. This is sure to
be entertaining and enjoyable,
so be sure to join us!
Marty's concert is sponsored
by the SGA.
<1