POV: Lawrence Harrington
The more I looked around, scrummaging all over the place the more hopeless I became. THERE'S NO GODDAMN TOOL OR ANYTHING TO DEFEND me! THIS IS SUCH A FUCKING UNFORTUNATE SITUATION TO BE IN.
"Knock Knock. I can hear you breathing...." A voice of a woman is heard from the outside, she has a sweet and yet so wicked tone to her voice. It's as if she's trying to taunt me... "No matter how you try to run away from your demons Meghan James. Remember that I'll always be here to remind you about how powerless you are..."
I remained silent as to not provoke the woman on the other side... that's strange... I could have sworn when I heard the delivery guy I heard a man over the door. Can this person change their voice or something?
"They were all so delicious... when I cut open their flesh, it was a beautiful color of red. Why don't you go ahead and join your fellow starstagram stars?" The voice outside the door continued to describe their motives in very disgusting and very horrid details. It makes me sick to my stomach.
"You know when you started looking down on me because I wasn't popular... I wasn't loved? Everyone looked up to you and now I'm the one who's going to look down on you. You know that I've always had my eye on you. Now I'm going to rip yours out."
I tightly cover my mouth to not let any air escape from me. Any sound must not come out of myself at this time. I remained vigilant trying to keep quiet and not moving from my position, my cold sweat started to drip although out my body as the person on the other side of the door, continued to knock on the door.
Suddenly the knocking turned to scratch, violently stomping, kicking, and screaming from outside the door. I'M REALLY STARTING TO WONDER WHERE ARE THE NEIGHBORS. NOT ATLEAST ONE PERSON HEARD ALL THE RUCKUS OUTSIDE AT LEAST?
The door suddenly stopped from violently shaking, and the room went silent. I remained without moving a muscle in the door. I took a deep breath and suddenly felt at ease. Finally... I can take a br-
"I see you...."
MY SKIN TURNED INSIDE OUT FROM TERROR AS I SEE THE WOMAN ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR. LOOKING AT THE BOTTOM OF THE DOOR WITH A CROOKED SMILE AND BLOODSHOT EYES...
I CAN SEE HER MAKING TRYING TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ME FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE DOOR. MEANING HE CAN SEE MY SHOES...
"Oh... what's this? A man's shoe?" She said in a playful manner. "Listen, if you're there with Meghan James. I suggest bringing her out here right now and I'll make your death quick and painless got it?" The woman demanded, her grin grew more grotesque. She was a rabid hunter waiting for her prey.
"Actually, Meghan James isn't here. You got the wrong room, ma'am." I swallowed up all my fear and then I responded to the person on the other side.
The shadow of the person outside started to fade away into the distance from the door. Footsteps were heard but they were to go away from the room. I sighed from relief. IT'S such a good thing I locked the door with the chair. If this person was able to enter. I would have been a goner.
But I noticed that her words... it seems like she might have some animosity with this person. She mentioned that she also took the eyes of the other Starstagram Stars... WAIT? COULD THIS MEAN THAT SHE'S THE-
FLASHBACKS (Back At The Book Store)
"WHAT? There's a person killing starstagram stars?" I gasped, completely shocked at what I heard from Diana.
Diana jerked towards me, "Yes. I heard this person called themselves, "The Eyeball Collector." Well, at least that's what the media is calling it. You see the victims of this person were all starstagram stars and they were done a certain way to make sure that it was him or her that did it.."
"So what's the thing that makes all the murders in common then? You're saying that this is a serial killer that targetted Starstagram Stars? Should it be called the Starstagram killer then?"
"All the eyes of the victims were out of their socket. This specific serial killer steals the eyes of their victims after killing them. That's why they got the nickname of the eyeball collector since it's known that this person collects the eyes although there's nothing really revealed about the person. The authorities aren't able to catch this person."
FLASHBACKS END
So that's why Meghan was nervous the whole time we went out... all those times she looked terrified and scared... all the times she felt insecure and decided to hide it with a fake smile. It was to hide from a criminal that's been stalking her... I remembered her asking us when we ate at the fast-food restaurant if we saw a person. That must be the person that's stalking her...
I sighed, looking at the lock to the door. It was gone. Well, there is a mark that there was supposed to be a lock there, although someone can easily remove the lock by unscrewing it since it is a sliding lock but there's nothing. That must be why... she sounds so distressed when we switched rooms... she didn't want to stay in a room where she'll be defenseless...
But why did she decide to switch rooms with me in the first place... she knew damn well that her serial killer might attack and she still decided to switch with me...
I took a deep breath to calm myself. I should probably start to sleep now. Although I don't think that will be easy, knowing that there's a serial killer within the campus grounds. I should probably keep a light on so I can see if there's a shadow from the outside.
As I walked towards the lamp desk, I turned on the lamp and a particular object caught my eye. My jaw dropped...
It was the lock... and the screws...