The new guy

"Oh that guy? He’s new. He hasn’t talked to anyone since he got here. Guess he’s shy. Oh shit he’s looking turn around." "You know what I heard? That he’s crazy. People say he talks to himself." "Maybe he’s not that bad you guys. I’m going to go talk to him." … "Hi, I’m Katie." He gave me a smile that sent shivers through my body. "Hi, I’m Harry"


22. Chapter 21

-Next Day-

I woke up and Harry was already gone.

I thought about opening the glass case again but than shook the thought out.

I got up, took a shower than went to go make breakfast.

I kept staring at the key cabinet.

My mind changed, I took the key out and rushed to the case, not sure when Harry would come back.

I put the key in the lock, half expecting to stop, but i didn’t. The key turned and I slid the door open. With a shaken hand, I grabbed the black bag.

I slowly walked into the bathroom and turned the light on so that I could see better.

My hand wrapped around something small. I slowly pulled it out.

I’ve seen this before. I just couldn’t remember where.

 I clicked it open. The blade looked really dirty with something black on it.

My eyes widened. It was dried up blood.

This was the pocket knife Harry had the first time we met.

I threw it back in the bag and put it back. I reached for the other black bag and pulled out the clothes.

They were covered in blood. . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Babe, I’m home! Babe?"

I heard footsteps coming. I was sitting on the bed, scared of the person that was coming.

"Babe, what’s wrong?"

My hands shook a little. But I calmed them down. You don’t know if he killed them, I thought to myself.


"You sure?"



We spent the rest of the day barely talking to eachother. It was really awkward, but I couldn’t find the right things to say.

I was starting to get scared of Harry again. Maybe he didn’t kill them, but where was the blood from? And why was his pocket knife covered in blood too ?


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