Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Pizza Delivery

POV: Lawrence Harrington

As I opened the door to the dorm, a slight cold surface hit the palm of my hands. Slowly I turned the knob to the door. Making sure that it's locked from the inside. In case that the princess might forget to lock the door.

I proceeded to look at the night sky, everything below is nothing but darkness, with a few of the places illuminated by the lamp posts scattered across the campus. It's a wonderful feeling, just enjoying the breeze and-

My sightseeing was interrupted by some sort of strange noise. The rustling of leaves... followed by the shuffling of the dirt below. It seems to be coming from downstairs although I thought nothing of it. Must be a person that's late to go home.

I just shrugged off the noises and proceeded to head to my destination. Which was the topmost floor of the building. It wasn't really a challenge to walk to the stairs but something just gives me an uncomfortable feeling. That eerie feeling of being watched.

Must be my imagination or something. It's not like someone would be lurking around here at this darkness right? I said to myself as I walked in the total darkness of the hallways. The once bustling and full of life hallways were like a ghost town. Seems like people are sleeping since tomorrow is the start of the classes.

I took the stairs and climbed up the top floor. Carefully looking at the room numbers carefully as for me not to get lost. In one of them. Damn it, I should have probably gotten a flashlight or something.

I looked around the room doors for a little bit, checking the numbers of each of them but finally! I reached Meghan's room. I opened it so I can finally get out of the cold breeze of the night. Once I entered, it was the same as the other dorm rooms. Although it's quite odd that everything is empty. It's as if she has not unpacked her stuff yet.

"Anyways time to lock the door so I-" as I try to grab the knob and scanned the door. There was no lock. There seems to be some compartment here that's suppose to be a place for a sliding lock but it's gone. The screws are all gone. I can't believe her room doesn't have a lock.

I sighed in disappointment, grabbing a chair to barricade the door to ensure that there is no one that can enter the room as they wish. I scanned the living room again, and all of these items are the same place when Celestina and I entered our dorm so she must have not touched or spent any time here yet.

"Anyways... time to sleep... I'm beyond exhausted to just sit around here and do nothing. I should probably get to bed.." I said to myself, rubbing my eyes as I start to yawn.

As I wobbled, walking slowly to the bedroom. I grab it and the moment I turned it but there's another surprise. I thought that the surprises were over and I can just peacefully get to my sleep however the door is locked. Why would she lock the door to her bedroom.? How am I going to get in now...

Should I probably go back there and ask for the key or something or maybe I should find a tool to use to picklock the bedroom lock. Ugh. This girl is seriously annoying. I can't believe she offered to give me the bedroom and then locked it. Now I know where all her stuff is...

I sighed, taking a look at the surroundings. The couch, in particular, caught my eye since it was a lot longer than the ones we had at our dorm room. I guess I can sleep here. It's not like I have a preference for where to sleep anyway. I can even sleep on the floor.

But first! Before I sleep. I'll have to go to the bathroom for a moment. Walking in a dimly lit room. I headed to the bathroom which had a white door near the kitchen. The sound of water droplets falling down on water was heard across the room. Drip. Drop. The water keeps falling.

I turned on the light at the bathroom to take a look at the bathroom. Hmm.. looks exactly like our shower room. Although her room seems to be in good condition. I checked the cabinet behind the mirror and nothing was there.

I turned around to see besides the toilet was a trashcan. I took a look inside and there were crumbled pieces of paper. That's kind of odd.. since everything was so empty and untouched. I would have assumed this was also empty. I took a look closer on the paper and it looks like a photo paper of some kind with its shiny reflection effect.

What's in that photo and what are those crumbled pieces of paper? Curiosity took a toll on me so I decided to bend over and grab the paper. I know it's unsanitary to just pick trash out of the bin but I was desperate okay?

The moment I grabbed it, the note said. "You're Next." in big bold red letters and along that was a picture of Meghan with an X on her face. What the fuck.... why would someone like this be here? is someone sending death threats to Meghan or something I-

KNOCK KNOCK. I hear a slight knock on the door. It was gentle and a man outside spoke. "Pizza delivery!"

Pizza delivery? I didn't order any pizza? Is this some kind of prank that Meghan and Lisa are pulling on me? I better take a lo-

Walking outside... a smell drifted to the air. A sickeningly dry, sweet metallic scent was coming from outside.. and I know damn well what that is... it's... blood...My threat radar was ringing and alerting me. My throat dried up as I felt an extreme fear lingering among my senses... something's wrong with this... I can feel it from my entire body. The shivers on my spine. I don't think whoever is over this door has the best intentions with me...

I completely remained silent, as to pretend that no one was home. There were a few knocks but a good thing that I put that chair to block the door or that person would just be able to open the door.

The soft knocking continued to occur with the man making excuses and yelling out about how the pizza is going to get cold or something. I remained silent, I know I'm not wrong. I know I smell blood on the other side.

After a while.... the knocking stopped and the whole area went silent with my heart still raising and beating fast from my chest. I put my hand on my mouth to sigh in relief but as I opened my eyes.

There it was... the thing that made me drop my jaw from terror, a wooden stick under the tiny gap on the bottom was trying to knock the chair out of the door and along that.

In the corner of my eye, I saw it, the eyes of the man with a grin on his face, persistent to get the chair off. WHOEVER is on the other side... is not going to leave until they go in...