Tartley Heakle

I found this story posted on one of my university's old forum websites from way back when. At first, I thought it was bullshit, but knowing the building and after finding posts similar to this one, I'm not so sure. Let me give some context first: the Tartley Heakle building is situated on my university's campus. It's an old and ugly building that has gained a pretty infamous status among students over the years. Just go to any the uni's online forums and you'll see how much of a meme it is. It's the uni's biggest inside joke that the building is creepy as fuck and nobody likes being there, including me. Its layout is confusing; combined with the long hallways and eerie silence, no wonder there are rumours of it being haunted. Reading this only strengthens that theory. Or it could just be fake. Right?
At first, I wasn't sure if I should tell this story, but it's been a week or so since the incident and I need to get it off my mind. We all remember the huge downpour we had last Tuesday where pretty much all of campus was soaked, right? Yeah, well unfortunately, I had class, and it was in none other than Tartley Heakle. Just my luck. 
I entered from one of the side doors and went up that long spiral staircase. While I was climbing it, I heard the door squeak open and the sound of footsteps moving very quickly up the stairs. At first, I thought it was someone who was late for class, but then the footsteps stopped just at the start of the flight of stairs I was on. This sudden stillness caused me to stop where I was, and I turned around. 
Standing there was this...man. He was pretty tall, around 6 feet or so, and was abnormally skinny and absolutely drenched. He was staring at me, barely breathing, completely still. At the time, I just thought he was lost or something. 
"Uh, are you okay? Are you lost?" I spoke. But he just said nothing. Just stared. I didn't have time to stand there in a staring contest, and the longer he stood there, the more uncomfortable I got. 
"Okay, mate, well have a good day." I gave him one of those awkward, polite smiles and continued walking.
Class was pretty normal. I zoned out a lot, and at some points, I thought I saw the man walk past the window a couple times. I was pretty out of it, though, so I can't be too sure on that one. After class was done, I was just about to descend the staircase before realising I left my phone in the classroom. Annoyed at my own forgetfulness, I headed back there. 
Just as I got to the beginning of the hallway, I stopped almost instantly, as soon as I saw him. He was standing (well, more like crouching) at the opposite end. There was this massive, impossibly wide grin upon his face, and he was in this odd position, almost like the starting position of a race. Heart banging in my chest, I moved slowly to the classroom, not taking my eyes off him. The door was open, despite no one being inside. Once he was out of my sight, I quickly located my phone and exited, not wanting to waste any time getting out of this nightmare of a building.
When I exited, my eyes drew back to the man, and I immediately noticed that his position had changed. He was now standing upright in a running position, and seemed to be closer than before. Somehow, that damn smile had gotten bigger and wider, like his jaw was unhinged or broken. His face looked like one of those creepy Halloween masks you get from a costume store or something. I was scared to break eye contact; he was creeping me out, but I was more scared that looking away would make him move, like a weeping angel. I began walking slowly backwards. I tried to act all tough, too, atttempting to say, "Oi mate, what the hell do you want?" but all that came out was this hushed, small voice, like I was scared to disrupt the silence.
The lights overhead flickered off suddenly. I was left with nothing but the darkness, the sound of rain, and the sound of footsteps running directly for me. That was enough for me to turn around and book it. It was the fastest I've ever ran, let me tell you that. But it wasn't fast enough for him. He caught up to me just as I reached the stairs, grabbing my arm. In an act of either clumsiness or fear, I fell over onto my knees. As I turned to face him, the lights turned on, and above me was an image I'd never forget, not even when I'm dead. 
His bottom jaw was completely gone, and his pupils were abnormally small. His hair had all fallen out, too, and his fingernails were long and sharp. We stared at each other. Those eyes...they...weren't how eyes are...they weren't human.
I pulled my arm from his grasp and flinched, half expecting him to move. He was completely still, however. I got up, and like last time, moved backwards towards the stairway, eyes locked on him. Only his head moved, watching my every step. I stopped at the stairway, knowing that he'd move as soon as I looked away. I had to be quick. There were only three flights between me and safety. I could do this.
"Okay...I know your game, bitch." I said, trying to mask the fact that I was absolutely shitting myself.
I hyped myself up a bit before turning and sprinting down the stairs. His footsteps followed suit not long after. At the end of each flight, I would turn to look at him to stun him, giving myself more time. Once I reached the end, I ran out the door and into the pouring rain. I turned back, and as the door slowly swung shut, he was stood there, jawless and all.
I haven't been back to Tartley Heakle ever since. I just can't. I can't get that man's face out of my head, either. Has anyone else seen him or know who he is? Was this someone's idea of a joke, or is there something more? Any information, no matter how small is highly welcomed.
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