The Graveyard Robber

Chapter Two - The Noisy Dorothy Shipman

"I'm telling you, Ed Gein wasn't a serial killer!" The loud voice echoed in the hallway as people fled from the sight of the university's famous delinquent, everyone knows that staying out of his way means avoiding trouble.

Caleb was studying Dorothy Shipman when she finally felt the presence behind her, he couldn't help but notice how funny the short girl looked on jeans, oversized sweater and a pair of black converse. The killer probably wouldn't have second thoughts about this girl, he thought. That long bright copper hair attracts more eyes than a Porshe could.

"Move, redhead." He uttered,

As if on cue, the others huddled with her moments ago moved aside like scared dogs, although one remained standing while looking at him dumbstruck.

"You look familiar, did we met?" She said, shamelessly sizing him up like a painting on a canvas.

"Not that I know someone as lame as you, now move." He shot back,

Dorothy crossed her arms and squinted, completely unbothered by his arrogant tone.

She hummed and made a clicking sound with her tongue, "I'm sure I've seen that face before."

"Like hell I care." His attempt to leave was stopped by a pair of arms stretched before him,

"Wait! Wait! Just a few moments, I think I remember now!"

His eyebrows furrowed as he threw her death glares. The stare that says 'you're really dead'

Caleb was annoyed, yes ⚊ but he couldn't get his eyes off her face.

Those tantalizing hazel brown orbs stared in wonder. With round spectacles and stands of bangs covering a part of her almond shaped eyes, attempting to hide it's beauty.

"Shut it, redhead. Move it or I'll make you." Said he,

But Dorothy is ignorant of his annoyance, "Ah!"- she raised her hand, pointing towards the aggravated Caleb Dahmer- "You're Dahmer! Jane Dahmer's son!" She exclaimed,

As if what she said sheard the last straw of patience he has in his body, Caleb grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to the wall. With their bodies inches apart, he could smell her natural scent that strangely sent his system into haywire.

The lad was quick to withdraw as though he was burned by candle flame. He walked away awkwardly and left Dorothy dumbfounded in the hallway.

"What's with that punk?" Dorothy asked,

Her friends, whom were quick to recover from shock, shrugged.

"He's been like that since his first day."

She could only stare at his back, almost disappearing behind the recovered crowd.

It was Dorothy Shipman's first day as a freshman. Taking up Bachelor of Science in Forensic psychology, the teenager displayed bizarre enthusiasm for serial killers and was currently in an inquisition on Greendale State's serial killings; the very reason why she moved in.

While the young rebellious Caleb Dahmer sat in the middle of his General Biology class, his mind wanders off the possible spots of the graveyard robber's hideout. Envisioning Greendale's lay out, he rests his back againts his chair seemingly without a care as his teacher looked daggers at him.

Greendale State is one of the largest city-state in the country, surrounded by mountans, thick forests and rivers; it is a place of danger for women-

"Mister Dahmer, are you with us?!"

Caleb was pulled back from his reverie upod hearing Professor Hughes,

The big and beefy man with hardly any neck, although he have very large mustache,

glared at Caleb, face flushed and swollen from anger and high blood pressure.

"Stand up!" He roared,

Calen scrambled from his seat and stood up quickly,jokingly.

Causing the whole class to burst into laughter, enraging Professor Hughes.

"What is it, sir?" Asked he,

The mad professor growled at him,

"What's going on in that big brain of yours while the class is having our lesson?!"

"I was thinking of Greendale's mountains, sir." The class laughed with his reply once again,

"Ha ha, very funny.

DETENTION, NOW. Get out of my class!" Now the teacher was fuming mad, but Caleb just snickered and grabbed his backpack. He was chortling as he walked pass his classmates towards the door.

The lad bid funny goodbyes to his pals as he uttered with smirk carved in his lips,

"I get early lunch, how 'bout that?" And disappeared from their sight.

In the noon time, the psychology class planned to conduct a social experiment to be done in the

cafeteria.

"Calm down Dorothy it's just an experiment." Theresa comforted,

It was Dorothy the newbie's first social experiment; she was shaking uncontrollably and even consoling herself doesn't work.

"I can do this, I can."

There she stood before a table where various things were scattered. From roses, chocolates, make up kits, a polaroid camera, an unloaded revolver, couple of bullets, scissors and other random things.

The young lady looks completely different from before; gone the round eyeglasses and ill-fashioned clothes.

She wore make up, a cute pink dress and a pair of black stilettos.

Her task is to remain motionless and pretend to be a doll, where people can do everything they want.

Dorothy is to test the humanity, righteousness and respect of her fellow, specifically, how would one react if faced with vulnerability?