All Chapters of Two Faces in the Dark: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Everyone in our room started freaking out. "Holy shit!"Madison Lane, who loved gossip the most, jumped out of her bed. She wasn't scared at all. In fact, she was excited."Did that really happen? I'm not sleepy anymore! Hurry up and show it to me!" She snatched the phone away. Queenie Sanders, my other roommate, hid beneath her blanket."Don't look at it, Madison. It sounds so scary… Julia, it can't be real, can it?"I frowned and leaned in to look at the post, too. The viral post already had thousands of views. The title was in blood red.It read, "What a terrifying night! An eyeball was found in Crown Residence Hall! We have the picture to prove it!"Tapping on the post revealed a creepy image. Although it was censored, we could still make out the details.The image showed a bloody, spherical object lying in the turn to the third floor's staircase. A coin was placed next to it for size comparison. There were already more than a thousand comments."What! Isn't this Crown Re

In the end, I let Leah stay in my bed. On one hand, I was still shaken by what had happened and was too scared to sleep alone. On the other hand, I didn't want to make a fool of myself by making a big deal out of nothing if it was just a hallucination.However, I couldn't go back to sleep. I lay with my back facing Leah. I stared at the wall, my mind a complete mess.My head was filled with thoughts about the wound I had felt, the story Emily had told us about this place being a mass grave, the Ouija board's prophecy, and the eyeball found in the hallway.I felt goosebumps all over my body. Then, something possessed me to pull out my phone and type my university's name and "mass grave" into the search bar. To my surprise, I stumbled upon a post from five years ago.The person who posted it claimed to be a student of my university. He had read through historical records and the university's archives to prove that Crown Residence Hall used to be a mass grave centuries ago.There was

Leah really had a twin sister. Furthermore, her sister was a patient at Third Cross Psychiatric Hospital. That only made the words at the back of the photo seem much more ominous.As I held the photo frame, my palms began to sweat uncontrollably. A terrifying scheme began to take shape in my mind, but I needed proof, solid proof.My eyes landed back on the locked diary. I pulled out a bobby pin from my drawer and bent it straight. Then, I carefully pushed it into the lock's body. Old locks like this one had a simple mechanism. It was probably easy to pick it open.I held my breath and manipulated the key pins inside little by little. The lock opened with a clack.I eagerly opened the diary. The scent of old paper filled my nose.The handwriting on the first page was neat. It was filled with Leah's anticipation for campus life.But the further I read, the messier the handwriting got. A lot of parts seemed like they had been soaked in water before, blurring the words on the paper

However, I couldn't call the police. Things would escalate if the police were involved. Since Leah was Hannah's accomplice, her reputation and future would be ruined.Leah was already pitiful, to begin with. I couldn't bring myself to make things worse for her.I couldn't tell the lecturers either. The lecturers would want to talk to Hannah and Leah. But doing so to a lunatic like Hannah might agitate her and push her to do worse things.After racking my brain, I decided to fight back with a safer method. I clipped the most important parts of the recording and censored Leah's name. I kept only the parts where Hannah threatened to harm others.Then, I created an anonymous email to send the edited recording along with an explanation to two people. One was the university's Director of Counseling, while the other was our dorm's Director of Residential Services.The email's subject title read, "Danger! Someone is brainwashing a student in Crown Residence Hall."Then, I deleted all tra

The police and an ambulance soon arrived at the scene. Hannah was cuffed and arrested.Leah had passed out from shock. The medics used a stretcher to move her into the ambulance.As a key figure in the case, I went to the police station to have my testimony recorded. I handed all the evidence I had found, including the photos, the diary, and the recordings, to the police. The truth would be revealed soon.Hannah had a history of severe mental instability and violent behavior, so she was sent to another psychiatric hospital with better security. She had a long treatment to look forward to. Even though Leah was an accomplice, the evidence showed that she had been threatened and traumatized, so the police didn't convict her. Her parents rushed over from her hometown. After applying for a leave of absence, they fetched her home so she could undergo therapy.The last time I saw her was in a hospital room. She was lying on the bed and staring off into space. She had fallen into depre