Night 1: Wet Bed
"Here's your dorm," Matt said pointing at the door marked 666, "I'll be down the stairs if you need me."
"OK…. See ya," Diane said.
"…See you…" Sara said breathlessly as he went down the stairs.
They entered the dorm and the room was covered in webs, broken glass, and oil. "Talk about last minute dorm," Sara said sneering at the stains on the floor.
"Maybe it'll feel more like home if we add stuff," Diane said.
They worked on the room until 12:00 then got ready to go to bed.
Diane laid in bed watching Sara get ready. Then, she felt the bed get wet, and she sat up. "What's in this bed!" she yelled getting out of the bed. Sara turned around, pointed at the bed, and screamed. Diane looked down and screamed as well…the bed was covered in blood. Sara turned away and saw that her mirror fogged up and had writing that said YOU 2 NEXT. Sara and Diane fainted.
Day 2: Shadow
They both came through the next morning in the nurse's office, and started screaming. Matt ran in and calmed them down.
"What's the screaming about?" Matt asked.
"Blood…in…bed," Diane muttered.
"Writing on mirror," Sara screamed.
"Blood, writing, what do you mean?"
"Our bed was covered in blood…" Diane said more calmly.
"My mirror was full of writing…" Sara said.
"I ran into your room because I heard screams," Matt said, "but I saw no blood or writing."
"But it was there!" They yelled.
"I didn't say it wasn't true… now you should get going to your first class I don't want you to be late." Matt said changing the topic again.
They nodded and shakingly got out of the beds to their first classes.
Most of their classes were normal except Diane's reading… "OK class we are goings to reads pg. 112-125 SILENTLY!" Ms. Russo said.
Diane opened her book and completely forgot about the night before, until on the pages of the opened book were red markings that said YOU NEXT. She shakenly turned the page and on the next one was YOU NEXT. She turned the page again YOU NEXT, and again YOU NEXT. Then she loudly shut the book. "QUIETLY!" Ms. Russo screamed. Diane didn't answer but looked straight ahead, and on the board was YOU NEXT. The bell then rang; she jumped out of her seat, and ran out of the door.
Once classes were over, Diane ran into Sara and didn't tell her about reading class. "How did your classes go?" Sara asked.
"…OK…"
"Well, yours went better than mine; I have study homework. I have to go to the Library," Sara said, "see ya later."
"…Later…" Diane said dreaming into space.
Sara went into the Library for the first time. "Oh…welcome," said Mrs. Readsalot, the librarian, "you're the only one here right now."
"Ok… I need a book about ghosts," Sara said.
"Check the first shelf dear," Mrs. Readsalot said walking back to he chair.
Sara walked along the first shelf and pulled out a book and behind it she saw a black blur flash before her eyes. "Hello," she said walking along the aisle, "Hello, anyone there…" I didn't hear the door open she thought to herself. Then, the blur flashed across the aisle Sara was on. She backed up, her heart in her throat. She turned and ran into… "Matt," she said startled.
"How are you?" Matt asked.
"…Fine," Sara said.
"Found what you needed?"
"…No, but I'm leaving."
Night 2: Diane
Diane woke up needing to get her stuff and go to the rest room down the hall. "Sara," Diane whispered, "Sara!"
"Go back to bed its 12:01," Sara tiredly said.
Diane got out of bed, opened the door, and started to walk down the hall. Then, she saw a shadow at the end of the hall, and she stopped. The lights in the hall flickered off and when they came back she was face to face with a pale girl that had a stunned look on her face. The girls head snapped to the side and blood dripped down the girls body. Diane heard a scream in her ears…then she screamed.
Sara heard the scream and ran out to the hall, where she saw Diane on the floor. "Diane, are you alright?" Sara asked. Diane was pale and stuttered, "S-s-s-stunned…g-g-g-girl…b-b-b-blood." Diane stopped motionless.
Matt ran up and saw them. He couldn't feel Diane's pulse and said, "Call the ambulance!"