Chapter 2: Midnight Shadows and Warnings
People in the comments lost their minds, and guys from other departments were so jealous, you’d think we hit the jackpot.
After all, this used to be the college’s famous “Angel House.”
All the residents were gorgeous girls from the dance and theater programs.
People used to joke you could still smell the perfume in the halls.
I hadn’t even had time to laugh about it when I noticed a pinned comment at the top:
“Turning a girls’ dorm into a guys’ dorm is usually to use the guys’ energy to cover up something sketchy. I’d suggest you ask the seniors if anything ever happened there.”
I never really bought into that kind of superstition, but when he mentioned the seniors, I remembered what happened that morning.
When I moved in, there was still a senior packing up her stuff.
She had a mountain of luggage, so I figured I’d help her out.
I meant well, but she suddenly snapped at me not to touch her suitcase.
Her eyes were red, like she’d been crying.
I was thrown off and just let it go.
Thinking back, I realized I’d seen a few other seniors with red eyes as they left, too.