She ran down the corridor as fast as she could from the sound. When she reached her dorm she tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. She tried the key, but still nothing. So she quickly ran towards the door to get out, but they were padlocked shut. She turned around and there it was, standing there like it was death. Feeling such and adrenaline rush, she hurled down the hall at the thing. The thing was an ex-boyfriend of hers. "Why would you stalk someone?" she asked breathlessly.
"To think it was your time to go." He said with no feeling at all. It was if he was being controlled. "It is your time to go." He grabbed her head before she could run away and lifted her up by. He stood there, shaking her up and down just by her head. Soon enough, her neck snapped and she was dead.

Karen reached the dorms and walked to the door. She noticed something standing in the hallway peering out form behind a wall. He noticed her and ran away. Karen opened the door and turned sown the hall where the thing had been. Again it turned down another hall. So, in turn she followed it. When she finally caught up with it, it was at her dorm room. It was only a little dog. She noticed something on the dog's collar. It was a note to her. It said:
IF YOU GO IN YOUR ROOM, YOU'LL SEE YOUR TRUE BEST FRIEND ALL AROUND THE ROOM,
SIGNED,
THE PROPHET
She opened the door as quickly as she could, only to find the body of her roommate and best friend all around the room, literally. Legs, arms, ears, strewn around the room. Blood everywhere. As soon as she took one step into the room she slipped and fell into a puddle of blood. Crying she turned around to see a dark figure outside the door. She closed the door as quickly as she could, but he was faster. "Do you like my artwork?" he said as he stepped into the room.
"You're a psycho. Get away from me." She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Well," the man said. "My next work of art shall be called Karen...