• As the sun went down over Creekwood, Devin was alone in dorm 666.
    "The Devils Dorm, ha!" whispered Devin to himself. "I've been here all this time and I haven't died"
    The last of the daylight was fading from the sky. The rumors of the room were spreading like wildfires. They say that 40 years ago, every college student that stayed in the room died, each of murder by an unknown killer.
    After the 6th death, the college was forced to close off the room. No one has stayed in the room since, until now. Devin was a transfer student, and the only available room was 666.

    Everyone avoids me and I still have no friends, all because of some stupid rumor. I still get straight A's in every subject and im taking a forensics class after school and I have the highest grades in that too. im planning on being a detective. I even helped an old lady track a purse snatcher (classic, huh) my life is totally boring and i dont have a good case i can work on.m I wish that something interesting would happen...


    The lamp on Devin's desk flickered and died out. Devin stared at it through the darkness.
    "..."
    "..."
    " What am I thinking, the light just blew. It's nothing."
    He scratched his head then turned to his alarm clock.
    "...a power outage? In Creekwood. We're hooked up to the the factory generator..."
    Out the window, the factory lights were off.
    There were also rumors about that factory...
    Just then, an earsplitting scream filled the room.