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The Key

This article was written by Doreen O’Hara
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I wonder how close I came to death twenty years ago at college. Thanks to a problem with a key, I’ll never know.

One Friday, I met my sister Dianne and her friend Pete for dancing at the pub. When I arrived, the others were already there, including a young man I didn’t know. He was very good-looking. His name was Mark.

Mark was intelligent, witty, and a marvelous dancer. Soon I was having a wonderful time.

At midnight Pete agreed to walk Dianne to her dorm. Mark offered to walk me to mine. Normally I wouldn’t, but it was late, so I agreed.

The dorm, McMahon Hall, had rooms in a large square around central elevators. All the halls and rooms looked alike. My door was marked with a small name tag in a brass holder. I firmly said good night to Mark. My roommate was away. Mark somehow managed to push his way into the room. Over and over I told Mark to leave, but he calmly sat on one of the beds, and took his shoes off. I threw my room key down on my desk.

“Put your shoes back on,” I said. “You’re not staying.”

“Just a few more minutes,” Mark said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him, kissing me gently and caressing my hair. Finally, Mark agreed to leave. I shut and locked my door (we had no deadbolt or chain, just a key), then fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning I awoke to loud laughter down the hall. I looked on my desk for my key. It wasn’t there. Strange, I thought. I searched all over. No key.

I wandered toward the laughter. “What’s going on?”

My friend Carol explained, “Some of the guys from upstairs are playing tricks.”

“What kind of tricks?”

“Oh, shaving cream on the mirrors, stuff like that,” Carol said. “Last night, they changed name tags on the doors.”

I went back to check my door. Sure enough, another set of names was now in our slot.

“Hey, Carol,” I asked, “have you seen my key?” I described it, a white rabbit’s foot on a chain.

“Lose your key again, Dorene?” she asked, smiling.

“I guess so,” I admitted.

One of the girls from across the dorm came around the corner. “Hey, did anybody lose a key? I found one this morning.” She held up my white rabbit’s foot and key. It had been in her lock. I suddenly felt frightened.

“Whose name tag was on your door this morning?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. Yours.” She retrieved the tag from her room for me.

A wave of nausea overpowered me. Mark had left my room, only to palm my key for later. Perhaps he’d stayed downstairs, biding his time for the dead of night, returning to my room as I slept. Perhaps he had a weapon-a knife, maybe. With my roommate gone, I was alone and defenseless. He crept up to the floor and emerged from the elevator, confused by the symmetry of the corridors. He searched for my name, and found it. But the key didn’t work. In between, our blessed pranksters had switched the tags.

But Mark would not have known that. Unable to complete whatever horrors he’d intended, he left.

I was upset with Pete for letting me think his friend was a “regular” guy. When I next saw Pete, I said so.

“You know that friend of yours, Mark? He stole my key the other night.”

“What friend?”

“The guy at our table on Friday at the pub,” I said. “You know, Mark.”

Pete’s expression grew serious. “Dorene, he wasn’t a friend of mine.”

“What?”

“He just showed up and sat at our table. I never saw him before.”

“Oh, my God!” I shouted. “And you let him walk me home?”

“Dorene, I’m sorry. You were having a good time, so I didn’t interfere.”

“And I just assumed…” I said.

I don’t know why I was spared, when so many other women are victims of violence. I consider the lesson I learned a gift from God. And I am thankful for college boys who like to play silly tricks on college girls.
-Doreen O’Hara, Metuchen, N. J.


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