I Know Places In The Dark (H.S.)

Chapter 1

"Bye Marie!" my mom cries as I drive out of the driveway of my house.

"Bye." I waved good bye to her and my dad outside of the window.

Being the only child sucked because you grow up alone. But now I'm used to being alone. I've been alone for 20 years and don't mind being alone for 20 more.

Today was my last day of summer break then I would have to head back to the University of Pennsylvania (a.n: Idk if it's a real university lol I just made it up) and begin my third year.

"Just two more year." I mutter to myself. It was my third year and I just needed two more years to graduate from hell. I'm majoring in Anthropology, specifically Forensic Anthropology. I grew up with a dad who was in the investigation field, he's retired now though, but I always thought it would be interesting assisting criminal investigators.

After three hours of driving back to my apartment, I finally arrived. I parked my car, unbuckled my seat belt, and got out. I opened the back trunk and grabbed my suitcase I brought with me over the summer. As I walk towards the lobby door I jump at the sound of a gunshot.

"What the hell.." I whisper to myself. Four more gunshots shoot and I immediately run inside, straight into the elevator. Once the elevator opened for the 3rd floor, I walked out and into apartment #56, my apartment.

The apartment I lived in had brick walls, wooden floors, and was a one story. I don't have any roommates which means more space for me.

I turned on the kitchen and hallway light, and walked towards my room. I turned on the lamp and put my suitcases down. I was too lazy to unpack so I decided just to leave it there for tomorrow.

I head towards the kitchen only to find no food.

"Great" I mutter. I grabbed a box of macaroni and cheese from the pantry and make myself it.

After I was done cooking, I head into the living room and turned the TV on.

"Tonight the woods near University of Pennsylvania, was a dead body founded by one of the students there. The dead body has been identified. It was a professor there who taught English. His name was John Graham, some may know him as Professor Graham. There were no witnesses but some of the students said they did hear screaming. We were not informed if this was a murder case or an accident because polices are making this a private investigation." The news anchor lady said.

It was normal for the school to lose someone. Last year a girl was found dead in the woods, the year before three college students went missing when they went camping. Bad things always happen in the woods but no one seems to care. This was probably my opportunity to improve my forensic anthropologist skills but I decide against it.

I finished my macaroni and cheese after watching some more news then headed off to the bathroom to get myself prepared for bed.

After I was done getting ready for bed, I head off into my room and go on my laptop. I received e-mails sent by the school, informing me that tomorrow will be a regular school day and this weekend will be a funeral held for the professor. After that I just got on Netflix and watched a few episodes of "Friends" and headed off to bed.

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Once I woke up, I checked my phone to see if I got any text messages... By my mom of course.

I don't have a Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or any social media accounts. I've always founded it time consuming.

Once I check my texts from my mom which was "I miss you so much." I reply back telling her I miss her too and I'll be visiting over fall break. After I get done texting her, I head out to my bathroom and get ready.

I took a shower this morning since I was too lazy to shower last night. After I was done showering, I brushed my teeth, blow dried my hair, and straightened it. After that I picked out the clothes I was going to wear for the day.

"Shit." I looked at the clock and saw that the time was close to 9:30. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.

"Did you hear those gunshots?" My neighbor Nancy asks. She was a 40 year old cat lady who was obsessed with CSI. Don't ask me how I know.

"Yeah.." I reply slowly.

"Those stupid teens." She mutters and walks back inside. Lucky for me I am 20, so I'm not considered a teen anymore.

I walked inside the elevator and wait till it goes down to the lobby. Once the door opens, I walk out to the lobby and out the building. It was a warm morning. I got in my car and started it.

After the 15 minute drive to campus, I arrive and park my car near my first class. As I get out of my car and walk inside the building, I pass by crying students. People die every year, why did it still had this effect on people? Maybe I just didn't care.

My first class was communication. I didn't really like the class only because of the teacher, but other than that it was ok. My second class was physical anthropology which was mandatory. My third was criminal investigation. And the last class was a free choice of class so I chose study hall.

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The week went by fast, it was already the weekend. This morning will be the funeral of Professor Graham, after that I have to go to work. I wore a black dress and straightened my hair. It was almost time to leave for the funeral so I headed on out.

"Thank you for attending John Graham's funeral. Some of you may know him personally as John and some of you may know him as Professor Graham.." As the priest carried on with his speech, I zoomed out. I sat next to some older people who I'm guessing is Professor Graham's relatives.

A lot of the college students were here because most of us were forced to. I didn't even know Professor Graham, I've seen him once or twice through out the years I've been here. The e-mail that the school sent students said attending the funeral was mandatory.

After people were done talking and reminiscing their memories, everybody headed out the chapel. We all walked out to the cemetery to watch the professor get buried. After everyone arrived at the place they're burying him, we all stand in a huddle around the coffin. Families and friends say their last words to him. As they were speaking, different types of flowers were handed out to us.

"Ouch." I jump and wince in pain as a few people look at me with judgement because I caused an interruption. I was handed a rose with thorns and it had pricked my finger. My blood started clogging up and dripping down to the ground. But an older man sees my bleeding finger and hands me a kleenex to wipe it off.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Remain still." Liam mutters quietly.

"I-I" Lola says as black starts filling in her eyes.

"Shit." I quietly say. Matt and I grab Lola away. "We have to take her somewhere else." I tell the others.

"We can't just leave." Kate says.

"Do you want her to fucking go crazy?" I reply back annoyed.

"Let's just go in the car." Phoebe gives an attitude.

"Fine." Kate agrees and we all walk towards the car as I glance back at the girl who was bleeding.

"Who was that girl?" Nathalie asks once we were all in.

"Who cares? We don't have to listen to those annoying people anymore." Phoebe says annoyed.

Lola's eyes began to go back to normal. "She's not normal..." Lola says frightened.

"Wait.. Do you mean she's... She's one of you guys?" Fay asks.

"No. She's a human but she's different." Lola shakes her head left to right slowly.

"What then? What I am?" Fay starts getting frustrated by Lola's slow replies.

"No. I don't know what she is." She says as if the girl was a threat to us.

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Updated twice because I was just too excited!(: I wonder why Lola's scared...? Sorry if there are any typos/mistakes! I just wanted to hurry up and publish this chapter!

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