Journal Entry 62

March 16th. Thursday.

I woke up this morning to the sound of footsteps and a mix or panicked and gruff, unfamiliar voices. Tate was already up and moving toward the door when I opened my eyes. I was on my feet before I could even blink all the sleep from my eyes, but I had to know what was going on.

Tate and I stepped out of our room to see police and concerned hallmates gathered around the open door of one of the rooms. Tate asked his friend Collin what was going on. They were waiting for a coroner to arrive. The room's occupants had been murdered.

According to Collin, he'd seen the bodies before the police arrived. He said it looked like someone had ripped open both their throats.

This really scares me. I mean, that was on my hall. What if the killer had chosen me? And if he was so successful with killing these two, why didn't he go after anyone else? At any rate, I'm definitely locking my door tonight. Though I probably won't get much sleep. As usual.

Again, I'll have an illustration for this at some point. Just bear with me.

-nj