My name is Niall. Niall Horan. And, though I look 'innocent' and 'cute', I'm not. I'm not very talented, the only thing I can really do is sing a bit and play guitar, not that anyone would know. I'm not very attractive, either, nor am I smart. The only thing I can do really well is lie. I've made a career out of it, had multiple relationships thanks to my hidden skill. But once, I went to far. I fell in too deep, a hole I couldn't dig myself out of. Once, I lied too many times and my entire life went up in flames. So, I guess, this is the autobiography of the time that happened, coming to you directly from the ally I live in. All because, around here, I have a reputation to uphold. Around here, I'm known as The Liar.

What do you associate with the season of Spring? Flowers, sun, finally warming up after a long, dense winter? Happy things. Happy thoughts. Everything is Happy, isn't it? Now it is. But in the year 2017, spring is associated with terror. Killings, bombings, kidnappings, things the cops ignore for the happy season, or maybe they are too scared to put a stop to it. Mental hospitals are bombed, all the patients escape, same with the prisons. Spring is scary for most people. It's every man for himself.

Dr. Green had said that, since I missed and depended on them so much, my mind recreated them to ease my stress. All they did was cause more stress, though. My dead best friends, they liked to cause me lots of stress, liked to be the source of my panic attacks. Louis, he always seemed to be the cause of them, Harry, he always seemed to come to help though we both knew he couldn't, Niall, he always was there after to give me a bit of a laugh, and Liam, who always checked to see if I was okay. I wanted them to leave, to just let me be so I could get out of this insane asylum, and die. To kill myself, so that I could actually be with them. To actually touch them. But they wouldn't go. It was like they knew my plan to kill myself, and made it their personal goals to stop me. They're dicks, all of them.

Strip away the original friendly and caring feeling you get from first entering Derdot, and your left with certain death. My name is Samantha Sullivan, but you can call me Sam. I'm going to tell you about that particular boy band that entered my town and never made it out, except for the one lone straggler. I'm going to tell you the chilling tale of Derdot, Wisconsin. How I kidnapped One Direction.