A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

My name is Eleanor Calder. You might know who I am. I model, but millions of teenage girls knew me as the girl who dated Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Yeah, I said dated. No we did not break up. How are we not together if we didn't break up? He died. Louis Tomlinson died. As well as: Niall Horan Liam Payne and Harry Styles. You may recognise them as well. As well as a girl named Danielle Peazer, my best friend. Also Liam Payne's girlfriend. Dead. Gone. There one day and gone the next. Deceased. Get it now? Not in complete shock? One other thing, did you notice that there was one missing from the list? Someone who is usually mentioned? Someone by the name of Zayn Malik? Well he's still alive. Right here next to me, right now. He says hello. This is our story of what happened when One Direction died. The world will never be the same. I guarantee it.

"I know you like it." He whispered in response. And oddly enough, I didn't refused to let him touch me. Because he move his hand to get to the bottom of my thigh, I notice his hand so close of my climax. My goodness. A heat began to rise from my stomach to stay in my throat. Harry spoke with Niall and Zayn like nothing while his hand caressed my thigh with a circular motion. He was doing so well because I was taking an ecstasy unknow for me. It seemed that time had stopped and only Harry's hand moved. The problem wasn't I stop him, the trouble was that I was enjoying his touch. I'm feeling burn. I was sure that his hand would go much further. But suddenly, the bell rang and everyone started to stand up, like Harry, he removed his hand from my thigh and he started walking through the lunch hall as nothing had happened. Damn. Why I am so hot?