Shay dropped me off at the front door instead of the back. It was late, around three in the morning, but I didn’t want to sleep at his place for the second night in a row after moving in with my new roommates. And since the last time I left from the back door and got creeped out, I thought maybe going the front way would be better.
I was wrong.
The lights were low when I walked through the front entrance. Only a single lamp was on at the front desk, and the girl there was sleeping, her head cradled by her arms over a textbook. Her snores were quiet as I went past and opened the door to our hall.
Like the last time I left, the hall was dark. There was minimal light from a few places down the hall illuminating the carpet.
I got ready for bed at Shay’s, so I only had to go inside my dorm
