Okay, here's a good one. It deals with college - leaving the home you've known all your life, living in a dorm, meeting new people, new classes, new environment, all that sort of thing.
In this little tale, a female college student lives in a dorm, shared with another female college student. One night, our heroine is downstairs studying when she realizes she's forgotten something. She returns to her dorm room and opens the door to a pitch-black room. She's not surprised, because her roommate had mentioned going to bed early.
She doesn't want to disturb her roommate, so she uses the light from the hall to find the item (which was near the door anyway). She then returns to the study room, falling asleep on the couch some time later.
In the morning, she wakes up and collects her things. When she enters the room this time, though, the scene is ghastly. Her roommate has been butchered, blood spattered everywhere.
Written on the wall, in blood, are the words: Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?
In this little tale, a female college student lives in a dorm, shared with another female college student. One night, our heroine is downstairs studying when she realizes she's forgotten something. She returns to her dorm room and opens the door to a pitch-black room. She's not surprised, because her roommate had mentioned going to bed early.
She doesn't want to disturb her roommate, so she uses the light from the hall to find the item (which was near the door anyway). She then returns to the study room, falling asleep on the couch some time later.
In the morning, she wakes up and collects her things. When she enters the room this time, though, the scene is ghastly. Her roommate has been butchered, blood spattered everywhere.
Written on the wall, in blood, are the words: Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?
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