Tillman Hall at Winthrop University has a bell tower, intricate woodwork, and, some say, a haunted fourth floor. Some suppose the spirits may be linked to the old stocks, still housed in the building, that held the prisoners who built the hall centuries ago.
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- 701 Oakland Ave
Rock Hill, SC 29730
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 34.93971822626834, -81.0311766341461
- County:
- York County, South Carolina
- Nearest Towns:
- Rock Hill, SC (1.1 mi.)
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Contact Information
- Web:
- http://www.winthrop.edu/
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Not haunted. Someone should really rename the hall, already.
The building pictured (not Tillman) is Margaret Nance, which is definitely–and delightfully!–haunted.
During WWII, a nearby building was converted to a barracks for soldiers before they shipped out. Of course, romances blossomed with the all-female Winthrop College students. One girl’s soldier was sent off (and maybe even killed?) before she found herself “in the family way.” As was usual for the times, she was promptly kicked out. She was given a train ticket and told not to bother packing her trunk; it would be shipped after her.
The shamed and lonely girl stood on the platform as the train came toward the station. In desperation, she threw herself on the tracks before the oncoming train. Her trunk never arrived in her home town, but it was nowhere to be found on campus, either. Her spirit returns to the one place she truly wanted to be: Margaret Nance, where she can enjoy the innocent giggles of today’s co-ed students and, sometimes, be of service to the girls who live there now. She often gets blamed for old-building quirks like doors that won’t stay put, or for the girls’ misplaced items. And she sometimes picks up a nickname–“Sandra,” during my stay in “The Nance.” But the only physical manifestation that I KNEW for sure was Sandra came after a late night study session when I returned to the dorm at 3:00 am.
I wanted to wash my face in warm water, but the ancient plumbing took forever to warm up, largely due to then-new water-saving faucets. I turned both sinks on full blast to get the hot water flowing. Then I heard water flowing elsewhere in the bathroom. I was all alone, and not a soul had stirred when I came home. I checked every shower stall looking for the leaky shower head before I looked at the place right behind where I had stood at the sinks. Tucked in the corner was the janitor’s sink–the ONE sink not fitted with the flow-reducing (hot water-delaying) nozzles. And it was turned on, full blast, HOT.
I turned off the regular sinks, washed my face in the janitor’s sink with relaxing hot water, and went to sleep.
It wasn’t until the next day while relaying the story that it really sunk in that I had finally “met” our friend “Sandra.” I felt no malice, ill-will, danger or uneasiness when “Sandra” let me know that she was in the building with me, and that she was still observing with fondness the antics of students and quirks of the oldest dorm on campus. She’s here’s because she wants to be, because she, like all of us, loves Winthrop, loves “living” in The Nance, and has never truly wanted to leave.