A Deadly Sorority (Book #1 Sorority Horrors)

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The street lights in front of the station cast an eerie gloom across the parking lot. A shadow formed, mimicking the silhouette of a ghostly figure. I shook my head, removing the thought. I didn't need to be anymore frightened than I already was.

I had complex feelings about the station after all. It was a place of safety, but also place that had instilled a sense of fear in me. Can you blame me? I was nearly taken a hold of- grabbed from the back by a crazed man wearing black leather gloves. He lifted me into the air like the strange maniac that he was and tried to haul me off with him as he held me in his arms.

The police were never able to get a clear view of him. Detective Johnson told me the footage from their security cameras was grainy, so the crazed lunatic was never caught. I personally believed it was the Crimson Lake Killer, but Detective Johnson said he couldn't be sure.

At that very moment a disappointing realization settled within. It finally sunk into my head.

The Crimson Lake Killer nearly killed me.

My eyes widened and I gulped.

I pinched my eyes shut, trying hard to eliminate the thought from my mind.

I veered my car into the lot, scanning the gloomy area, I spotted a parking spot up close, near the entrance in front of the double doors.

I slipped on my knitted sweater and opened up my car door. I glanced around, ensuring my safety. Then I placed one leg outside, stepping onto the rocky gravel of the parking lot.

I  put my other foot outside and finally stepped out of the vehicle. I heard the sound of rocks knocking together. I frantically scanned my surroundings and spotted a squirrel running from underneath one of the parked police cruisers.

I slammed my door shut and my heart jumped in my chest as I faced my fears- the walk from the parking lot to the station.

Quickly, I proceeded to walk across the lot. The tiny rocks cracking beneath my feet as I focused on the double-doors; a place that spelled safety for me, as long as I made it inside.

I nervously hit the inside of my lip as my footsteps increased. I walked faster and faster.

Suddenly, I halted to a stop. A hand landed on my shoulder. I gasped and my heart somersaulted in my chest.

My breath in grew labored as the band squeezed my shoulder.

"Hi, Kayla." An unfamiliar male's voice said.

I was stuck. At a loss for words. My body shook as anxiety streamed through me. All I could think of was death.

This was it. It was over. He's got me now.

I'm dead.

"What do you want?!" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Kayla, I need to speak with you." The voice continued.

"About what?!" I asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm your friend, Kayla." The man replied, "Don't go inside the station. It's a setup. Detective Johnson is the Crimson Lake Killer."

********PART II WILL BE COMING SOON***********