Recap: Possessed

a.k.a. in which an AC is rendered free of an evil spirit.

Our room has climate control, to put it in such away as to simplify the elaborate system of thermometers and wires using as few words as possible. Our room, therefore, has the regular AC ducts that carries out the job of climate control.

Our AC was possessed.

It wasn't noticeable at first, but by afternoon, everyone who had spent longer than five minutes in the room noticed the loud buzzing/quiet shrieking that was occuring from the grid above the door. It was high up, so we couldn't see what was in it, much less what was wrong with it, but back then it was still okay, the noises going off and on.

By nighttime, however, the noise had escalated slightly to the point where it was difficult to ignore, and the frequency in which the sounds were issued increased. I stayed up till 2 AM listening to the AC wailing gently above the door. It was not the Darth Vader sound that I had heard from one AC before, it was a cross between a badly maimed violin played by a blind magpie and a malfunctioning rice-thrasher (as pointed out by my roommate).

In the series of events that followed, I went to the resident adviser, who advised me to go the the service desk, who referred me back to my own room or, my internet-connected computer to be exact, to file a repair request. The request sent page said that a repair should be made in the next two to three days and imagine my joy when I heard that. Only two more nights of mad violin music, oh joy.

But, luckily, this story had a happy ending. For reasons unexplained to me, a repairman miraculously showed up in about one to two hours, followed by another one who showed up five minutes later. They took off the grid and tightened a few loose things and now the grid is exhaling chilled atmospherical gas happily and, more importantly, quietly. I look forward to sleeping sometimes soon.

The End