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Roy’s eyes blinked open in the total darkness of his dorm room. He had no way of knowing what time it was. All he knew was that his chest was tight, and his heart was beating. He was afraid.
He had heard a noise just before waking up. There had been a loud snap or a c***k somewhere close by. Instinct told Roy that an intruder was near. But then he remembered that was impossible: An intruder would mean people. And there were no more people. It must have just been the wind, he reasoned, brushing against the wooden boards nailed into the hole where the window had once stood, making a sound like the creak of a house settling on its foundation.
With his stomach still tight and his heart still pumping in his chest, Roy sat up in his bed and reached out his hand toward the small woode
