Mystical Murder

I closed the door to my dorm room and sighed. I sat down at the desk and looked over at the empty side of the room. My roommate, Lexi, went to Louisiana for winter break to visit her parents and was brutally murtered by the Mystic.

Your probably wondering who the Mystic is. Well, he's a murderer who's been around for nearly two decades. Around every month or so, somewhere in the country, someone between sixteen and twenty-five are murdered by this person. We know its the same person because every time the missing person shows up a week later, they're wrapped in white cloth and marked with some kind of spirital symbol carved into their chest. That's how the FBI came up with the name.

I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a loose t-shirt. I opened my laptop and started working on my writing assignment for my global language class. I really needed to get this class done and over with. I looked at the clock on my laptop and ssaw it was well past midnight. I decided to turn in for the night. I climbed into bed and turned off the lamp beside my bed. I curled into the blankets and fell asleep.

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I made my way to the local book store about twenty minutes off campus. I walked inside and found myself lost amongst the thousands of books in there. I completely lost track of time as I got lost in the books. The guy at the register told me that they were closing soon and I needed to leave. I grabbed my bag and paid for the book I was currently reading and left. It was dark outside. I looked at the clock on my phone and saw it was nearly eleven.

"Shit." I whispered to myself.

The door to the dorms were probably locked by now. Luckily my room is on the first floor, so I just have to jump through my window. I started making my way back to the campus. I suddenly felt like I was being followed.

"Its all in your head Kaylee. " I whispered to myself.

I could see the entrance to the school and started walking slightly faster. I was feet away from the entrance, and was suddenly pushed up against the brick wall, his gloved hands covering my mouth.

"Don't say a thing. And don't even think about doing anything else. " The male said.

I was scared out of my mind. I should have left that store hours ago. Then none of this would have happened. I could feel the hot tears starting to form in my eyes. I'm not ready to die. All wanted was to finish college and start my career as a physician. I looked up and my eyes met the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. He kept a firm grip on my arm and pulled out a white rag and pushed it against my mouth and nose. I tried my hardest to not breathe in the chemicals, but I lost every ounce of air in my lungs. I took a deep breath, and my body slipped into darkness.

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