Chapter 4: Blood on the Windowsill
“They even painted the outside of the building.”
“The rooms smell great. Finally, we’re not eating surrounded by dirty socks.”
Lucas shot me a look, eyebrows raised.
“Eli, why so quiet? Weren’t you pumped this morning?”
I snapped apart my chopsticks and shook my head.
“It’s nothing.”
But I started to wonder—why was it only our dorm that got switched, and only Angel House that got a fresh coat of paint?
Was it really just luck?
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Turns out, it wasn’t!
The first time I realized something was wrong was that night.
It was about two weeks after we’d moved in.
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