OK, I'll contribute something that has something to do with UT and ghosts. I had a teacher in High School that became a great friend, confidant, & mentor to me- too bad we don't have more teachers like that today! Anyway, Jay was a UT Grad from around '67-'68 time frame and he knew I was obsessed with going to UT and helped mentor me while I was trying to get into UT. I used to ask him about Austin, going to UT, what was it like during the '60's, yada, yada, yada.
So anyway, one day my friend is telling me one day about when he and his room mate were moving into this duplex of campus in Austin. All of the neighbors were just staring at them as they were moving their furniture from the U-Haul into the duplex. Not a single person spoke to them or even smiled at them- the neighbors just looked at these guys as if they were "ghouls" or "were nuts" or something.
Well, they get moved into the place and right from the start stuff starts happening. The typical stuff of initally keys getting misplaced and then found where that had been searched before where folks thought they left their keys. TV's coming on. Stereos coming on in the middle of the night with the volume at full blast.
As time grew on, glasses would begin to move on the tables. Then heavy College books began to move on the shelves. Well, that escalated to glasses floating, books floating, and then being heaved across the room,
As time continued, finally the neighbors warmed-up to my buddy and his room mate. One of the neighbors asked, "just out of curiosity, does anything weird ever happen in that place?" My buddy replies, "Well, funny you ask- YES, but why do you ask?"
The neighbor replies, "Because that is where Charles Whitman lived when he shot all of those people on the Tower."