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Lambda Omicron Halloween Party – Dead Man’s Party

Name: Lambda Omicron Halloween Party – Dead Man’s Party
Start: 2027-10-30T12:00:00-07:00
End: 2027-10-30T17:00:00-07:00
Location: Columtreal University

October 30, 2027 @ 12:00 pm - 5:00 pm

Step into a night where the living and the dead share the same playlist.

Lambda Omicron’s Dead Man’s Party is an 80s-retro Halloween throwdown fueled by neon lights, classic slasher energy, and stories best told around a campfire. Expect pulsing music, open dancing, and just enough creepypasta unease to keep the night interesting.

Dress to kill. Dance till dawn.
A night for the living… and the dead.

Details

Date: October 30, 2027
Time:
12:00 pm - 5:00 pm
Event Category: Columtreal
Event Tags:Campus, Columtreal

Venue

Columtreal University

Organizer

Haizley Harlow
Email haizleyharlow@protonmail.com

October 12, 2026

Word on the street... The streets of Hathian simmered with whispered chaos yesterday. Word is a shadow clad in black turned hospital halls into a battleground—armed with broken scissors, she carved through cuffs and ribs alike before vanishing into the night, leaving officers bloodied and baffled. Meanwhile, a desperate game unfolded behind the diner’s neon glow: a woman firing shots and snatching a hostage, slipping away before backup could close the net. And the darkest murmur of all—a body found with fate sealed by a cut throat, a silent testament to tangled loyalties and threats whispered in family shadows. In Crack Den, survival’s price keeps rising, and no soul walks clean.

October 12, 2026

Rumors on campus... Columtreal breathed its usual fog of secrets yesterday—where a stolen luxury ride vanished near the schedule board, marked by a fraternity’s shadow, now whispered about on dark corners of the web. Meanwhile, tongues wagged over a certain man’s unsettling fixation, a relentless gaze that danced between two women, stirred further by a dog with far too much freedom—and appetite—that blurred lines between loyalty and something darker. On battered skin and whispered jokes, bets lost became costumes worn as armor, hinting at bruised truths beneath smiles. The asylum’s ghosts seemed to lean in closer, reminding all that beneath tradition, desire and danger coiled tight, ready to snap.

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