I am very pleased to share my shocking story with you on this
magnificent bluebird day. Yes, just perfect for a shocking story!
During the 1970’s, my parents reluctantly sent me off to a co-
educational state college, as opposed to anxiously sending me off to
an all-female college.
The times were sure changing. My parents were right.
They always seemed to be right.
I was very fortunate for their “Rightness” about the times.
But I won out in the Battle of the Coed State College!
My life and education were to take a very welcome,
My new neighborhood at college was to become the upper floors
of a ten-story co-ed high-rise. The floors somewhat alternated as
either male or female. The seventh and eighth floors were male
while the sixth, ninth and tenth floors were female. Each floor had
four suites, each with four shared rooms and a large community
television lounge to be enjoyed by all.
As my parents drove away from dropping me off and
moving me into the dormitory, my eyes shed tears while I happily
nearly shook my hands off with waving.
The adventure had begun, and I embraced it with every
ounce of my strength. I rapidly made many new friends from all five
floors and learned many new games. I learned quickly that games
were key to interaction, which was the key to new friendships and
One evening early in the semester, an odd incident
occurred on my ninth floor. I was sitting in the lounge watching
television. As one girl stood and turned toward her suite, a naked
man stood watching us all as we were viewing the television
program. She screamed and he ran off in the direction of the north
stairwell. Then he screamed back at us before he was suddenly
“Can you describe this person, Monica? Tell me anything
that you can remember,” the Resident Assistant asked.
Hushed silence settled over them as all waited to hear.
“Naked, but wearing a stocking over both head and neck,”
“Male or female?” the RA asked.
“Most definitely male,” Monica responded.
“Describe him as best as you can,” the RA requested.
“This stocking man was male, definitely male,” Monica
The RA realized that no further helpful information would
Monica relished the fact that it was she that had stood up
and turned when she did, although she hid this feeling quite well.
News of the incident circulated rapidly, especially among
the upper floors.
Two afternoons later, he appeared at dinner time on the
sixth floor. He used a second stocking to pull back and forth
between his upper thighs in front of three girls waiting for the
elevator. The girls ran off faster than the naked man!
Eight nights later “Stocking Man” made another appearance
at about 3:00 pm on the tenth floor.
Deborah had been watching a soap opera by herself when he
walked into the lounge and sat down in a chair to Deborah’s left.
When she turned to greet the newcomer, she couldn’t believe what
He stood up and waved to her.
Deborah ran to her suite yelling as Stocking Man escorted
himself toward the south stairwell. He traveled down one flight to
the ninth floor and proceeded to casually walk over to the
television set and just turned it off. He then disappeared back down
the south stairwell leaving four shocked girls staring at each other.
“Describe him, Deborah,” the RA asked. “Height, weight,
“Oh, he was definitely male. Most definitely!” Deborah said
The RA was called to the ninth floor. She took the report of
just what occurred.
“I thought he was really cute,” Angie said. “Actually,
“I’m looking for a solid physical description,” the RA insisted.
"Hairy, smooth, muscular, tattoos, or scars?” the RA pushed with
Nobody had seemed to notice those features, but all would
swear that he was a large male.
“Has anyone ever seen him before or know someone who
has?” the RA asked.
All present gave a negative nod of their head, except Nancy.
“His face looked a bit different, but I recognized everything
from his neck down,” Nancy remarked.
The RA just ignored Nancy.
“I want everyone to be on the lookout for a male in
possession of a woman’s stocking. I’ll alert the RA’s on the men’s
floors. We’ll figure it out,” the RA said confidently. “It appears that
he’s just an exhibitionist.”
The next morning was extremely cold. Stocking Man got off
the elevator on the tenth floor wearing red ear muffs, strolled past
a few girls, stopped and visually shivered, then disappeared through
the south stairwell.
More and more sightings were reported as the semester
continued. Incidents were happening at all times of the day and
Stocking Man was found one morning sitting alone,
watching the early morning news on the television on the sixth
floor. If the girl hadn’t screamed, this incident might have been his
Attendance noticeably increased in the female lounges as
the school year progressed. During the evenings, it was often sit-
on-the-floor room only. The prized seating on the side couches
gave the student a good view of both the television and the rest of
the floor, as well.
Girls from the lower floors ad even other dormitories could
often be found in the television lounges of the sixth, ninth and
New friends were being made as a result of the uninvited
It became very unusual to see a girl sitting alone in the
lounge at any time of the day or night.
Stocking man was spotted as he streaked across the entire
ninth floor. As he prepared to leave the floor, he stuck his buttocks
in the direction of the lounge. He then shook and swayed his
buttocks while some girls yelled and screamed. Others clapped. It
was like an organized performance! Stocking man then turned to
face them, waved, did three jumping jacks and then disappeared
down the north stairwell.
The girls went wild. They each had their own personal
experience with a celebrity in the company and security of others.
The RA appeared, once again desperately hoping for some
means or something to help track down this pervert. But that hope
would only once again be dashed.
“Edna, tell me what you saw,” the RA demanded, her patience
wearing thin. “He had an average physique, average weight and firm
buttocks. He seemed very confident. He knew how to do jumping
jacks well and he teased us. He even thrilled us! He may have
experience as a stripper.”
“I saw him when he first showed up out of the stairwell,”
Vivian volunteered. “He was bigger than my brother’s. I mean,
bigger than my brother. I mean taller. My brother is three inches
taller than I am.” I didn’t think he was very tall, but I agree with
Edna. Average height and weight, and he had very firm buttocks,”
Rachel nodded with a wide smile.
“Oh brother, he we go,” the RA said as she suddenly
decided to depart.
Stocking man had become a celebrity!
The tenth floor taped up a poster board sign saying,
“Welcome Stocking Man, to the tenth floor.”
Copycats began to occasionally show up.
“I saw him two different times, and some parts were
different sizes. I’ll bet the second time was a copycat,” Cindy
One girl swore that he had a tattoo on his left buttock, but
if he did, it must have been one of those temporary fake ones, as he
was never seen again sporting it. Another possible theory was that
he had accidently sat on Judy’s cupcake and the purported tattoo
was nothing more than a smudge of chocolate icing.
The young men of the seventh, eighth and even fourth
floors were not unaffected. It was one thing to prove you were at a
poker game at the time of an incident, but at times it went
considerably further. Suppose you had no alibi because you were
doing your school assignments? Bob Silver wasn’t very happy about
being dragged out of the shower to have his body scrutinized by
“What makes you guys think you can ravage my body for
kicks? Is this a college fraternity initiation prank, a kangaroo court,
or what?” Bob screamed.
It was all clearly getting out of hand. The incidents
continued all through the school year. Obviously, the bare
description of witnesses would all be very similar, but in some
instances their might be much variation. People see what they think
they see or see what they want to see, especially when under
duress or intense excitement.
Come the end of the school year, the identity or capture of
Stocking Man remained unattainable. No one ever spoke to him or
heard him speak. Voice can be a big identifier. He was an average
young man when seen about campus and rather interesting when
observed during one of his incidents. But is it safe to assume that
he was a student, at all? He had never hurt anyone. He was clever in
his co-ordination of his incidents.
The school year ended with Stocking Man as a celebrity.
I never revealed to my family any recall of the existence of
Stocking Man for fear that my parents would not allow me to return
to the same school and all my newly acquired friends. It was my
secret to keep.
I kept my secret just as Stocking Man kept his.
Things that were debated throughout the past year were if
he even was a student at all, or did he act alone?
Did he live in the lower floors, or possibly in one of three
nearby dormitories? The suggestion of his being an experienced
stripper was an interesting supposition, but could not be
investigated as the small city offered no such employment. To know
his current home mailing address might be a starting point, but it
could be a needle in a haystack at best.
The next school year began with me rooming with my
friend, Anna on the ninth floor of the same dormitory.
For whatever reason, Stocking Man did not make any
return appearances. Did he grow out of his exhibitionism or did he
not return, at all?
Did an incoming freshman plant one plain tan stocking in
the laundry room? It caused quite a stir! Did somebody else plant it
there? Could it have been intentionally left by Stocking Man himself
just a few months earlier?
Many of us missed the incidents.
The subject had become a great way to strike up a
conversation with a stranger and make new friends.
Stocking Man was clever and smart.
In less than a year he had become a celebrity, and then a
legend, and yet his identity would remain unknown.
Thank you, Stocking Man!