Joanne's POV
The brutal killings are all over the news. Everywhere I go, the news of my friends - Nichole, Kaleb and Chris - everyone is talking about it, nothing else. I can tell they're starting to get really nervous. Even the professors are nervous as hell, too. At this point, I'm so scared I feel sick. But I have to stay strong, for my friends who tragically passed away in horrific deaths.
During the class, some of the students who are next of the windows keep looking out, as if they want to see the serial killer in the daylight. Well, I'm really hoping they know that this "serial killer" works in the night, hidden in the shadows. It's hard to focus on the class, when the only thing on my mind is Maggie. What does she actually want from me? Why is she killing off my friends? Right now, none of my friends I made in my first year here at Harvard had absolutely nothing to do with her!
"Can I have your attention, please?" the professor speaks. We all look at him, silent and awaiting his announcement. The professor, perhaps more than 50 years old, clears his throat as he fixes his red silk tie. He finally speaks, "I'm afraid that the rest of the class is cancelled. Homework will be held off until further notice. You're dismissed for the day. Please be safe out there, kiddos."
Well, I guess the professor is taking the deaths hard. I sigh and slowly close my notebook when I notice that instead of the usual notes from the whiteboard, Maggie's name shows up on a page, covering every surface of it. I bite my lips and slam it shut before shoving it into my purse. The students mutter and chat quietly as we all pack up to leave, visually nervous and confused.
"Didn't you know? Avery was his son." one of the students nearby whisper to his friend. The other student mutters, "And he's taking it hard?"
The guy nods, "Yeah. Poor guy...I give him all my regards. I know he'll heal over time and be okay."
How can we be okay if Maggie is still out there, who'd probably never gonna get caught for her crimes? My mind snaps back. I shake my head and leave the classroom, rushing back to my dorm.
A few minutes later, I arrive back to my dorm to find my roommate passed out on her bed, perhaps drunk as hell. A bottle of whiskery is still in her hand, halfway full. I roll my eyes before settling my purse onto my desk and pull out my laptop as I put it on the desk. I open it up and log in before I take off my jacket and hang it neatly in my closet.
And that's when I hear static. I spin around to find my laptop screen full of static, black and lilac. I gasp in shock, seeing this all of sudden.
"What the hell?!" I jump back from my laptop. The screen goes black for a moment before a white skull pops up. It's silent for only a few moments before the skull laughs at me, as if it's mocking me before blood drips down from the eye sockets.
As I stand there in horror, the blood slowly falls off the skull and forms into bold words: YOU THINK YOU'RE SAFE FROM ME, JOANNE?
No.
YOUR PETTY FRIENDS ARE NOTHING BUT LOOSE ENDS FOR ME TO WRAP UP.
It can't be.
YOU WILL SUFFER FOR MY DEATH! YOU WILL PAY FOR IT WITH YOUR BLOOD!
No. No. Not again. Oh God, please.
I WILL FIND YOU, JOANNE NORMAN. AND WHEN I DO, I WILL KILL YOU!
"No!" I shout at my laptop, tears running down my face, ruining my mascara. I hear an eerie laughter coming straight from my laptop before one last message pops up:
CONFESS YOUR SINS.
And then my laptop returns to normal.
Maggie. I can feel her. She's not gonna stop. Oh, how I wish I have told Stayner the real truth about what really happened in Martha's Vineyard! But it's probably too late for that. What's the chance of him believing me when I tell him the truth?
"Shit." I curse under my breath.
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Mad Maggie II
رعبJoanne is in Harvard for almost a year, after surviving the nightmare at her former boyfriend's home when Mad Maggie showed up from the dead to get revenge on her. All of her friends are dead, killed by Mad Maggie's wrath. Joanne believes that she'd...
