I am working on a paper for school. It is on a series of unsolved murders that have happened on campus. I am writing about them because I have an odd connection to the murderer, although I am not certain who he is. I have dreams in which I see what the murderer is doing and how he chooses his victims. The paper is well received by my professors and there is talk about its being published, with a little expanding from me. I realize that because the word is spreading about my book, the murderer may be after me next because he knows that I know too much. I try to keep myself in public places at all times, as a result, constantly talking to different people, saying hello, giving hugs and greetings, and basically trying not to remember the visions I have of how he gets alone with these girls when they are alone, usually have dressed, takes a sheet of thick plastic and suffocates them from behind.