THE DEAD WON'T BOTHER YOU...

I glared at the person standing in front of me. He blocked my way and was annoying me like an idiot. If he continued his behaviour, you shouldn't blame me if I slap him. 

"Okay, enough! I don't know you. And I don't wanna know you. So," I grumbled angrily. "Get out of my way or else…" I warned him, raising my hand to point my index finger at his vicious face. 

"Or else?!" He asked, sneering. 

But before I could say a word, he started speaking. 

"Nice bracelet, by the way! Remember the awesome person who gave it to you had a long history of mockery?" He said, laughing under his lips. 

And just then, reality hit my face. My eyesight slipped towards the pearl bracelet in my hand.

EVAN?! No way this jerk could be Evan himself!

"Evan?!" I murmured with my eyes widening in surprise. 

His eyes. The peacock green mischievous eyes. Yes, it's him. 

His smile grew wider as he realized I have recognized him. He seemed a bit relaxed now. 

"You know. I thought you have changed. But," Evan said, watching at my baffled expressions. "Nah! You are the same old Meme." He joked, and his laugh brought me out of my thoughts. 

I stared at him, fire emitting from my eyes. If I could, I wouldn't hesitate to punch his perfectly sharp jaw. 

"Look who's speaking about change. Seen yourself in the mirror? Still the same monkey man." I mocked, and we both burst out into laughter. 

"The dress is pretty." He admired, after a while of stupidity.

Now that he mentioned my dress, I noticed he wasn't underdressed either. A grey suit is worn over a light pink shirt paired with matching grey trousers. 

Aesthetician as always.

"What?" He raised a brow, expecting an answer for the compliment. 

"Well, I was thinking if you really wanna praise a girl, you should say the dress looks pretty on you." I corrected him, hiding my smile.

"Don't be delusional," he laughed. "I was praising the artist who designed the dress. You're still the Meme." 

"I will kill you!" I growled, and just then, my phone rang inside my purse.

Clenching my teeth and glaring at Evan, I snatched out the ringing machine. 

College Authority calling…

I was startled to read the caller's name. 

Why would my College staff call at this time? 

Puzzled, I slid the green button and held the phone near my ear. 

"Hello?" I confirmed. 

"Miss Bell speaking?" A hoarse voice inquired. 

"Yes," I said, confused. 

"I am speaking from the Dorm Office Department. You have been summoned by Ms. Myra, the warden, to discuss your roommate Zendaya's untimely death." He informed all in one breath and awaited my reply. 

"Right now?!" I queried doubtfully, knitting my eyebrows. 

"In 20 minutes. Dorm office." He instructed, and the call ended. 

I pulled the phone down and stared at it with wide eyes and perplexity. Noticing my expressions, Evan stood up erect and watched at me suspiciously. 

"Who was it?" He interrogated, carefully studying my expressions. 

I turned towards him, my eyebrows crooked in confusion. 

"I…it was from my college dorm," I paused, dubiety encompassing my voice. 

I narrated to him word by word what the office person said and saw his eyebrows knit too. 

"You have been summoned? Do people still use such language?" He asked with surprise. 

"That's all you think is weird here?" I counter questioned, rolling my eyes. 

He apologized with a sheepish grin and scratched the back of his neck. I let out a slight laugh as I remembered little Evan from our childhood. 

Childhood was such a blessing! 

But right now, I need to find Martha to inform her that I have to leave. I scanned the whole apartment through my eyes, searching for Martha. At last, Evan's eyes were laid on Martha standing near the door, seeing off some of her guests. 

"There she is!" He pointed, and we rushed in that direction. 

As we reached up to her, she was startled by our expressions. 

"What's the hurry?" She asked, raising her brows. 

I shared the details and her peacock green eyes melted into concern. 

These siblings are so much alike yet so much different!

"You're not going alone. It's too late." She declared.  

"No, you can't come. You have all these guests to attend." I declined before she could offer to drop me off. "I'll be fine." 

"Maybe I can go." Evan offered hesitantly. 

Our heads turned towards him, and Martha's eyes sparkled with approval. I was about to deny it when she glared at me with fuming eyes, and I helplessly accepted. 

"Great. Now I need not worry." Martha declared joyously and walked towards her guests. 

Meanwhile, Evan stood beside me, waiting for a reply. I sighed and nodded. He came forward, opening the door like a gentleman, and we left. 

The ride towards my dorm went by mostly in silence, with Evan attempting to relieve me from time to time. As soon we reached the dorm, I jumped out of the car and headed straight towards the office. I thought Evan would leave, but on the contrary, he followed me until the guard on the door told him to wait back.

Knocking, I asked for permission from the warden, who sat on a chair behind the desk. She lifted her head on hearing my voice and paused to glance at my attire. It was only then that I realized I was wearing a party dress. 

Silly me! I should have changed. 

I facepalmed myself in my head. But it was too late to go back now. I entered after she granted me permission to. She kept staring at me for a while. 

"Overdressed?" She lifted a brow, and I felt myself drowning in the depths of embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry. I was at my friend's place, so I didn't get a chance to get changed before heading here. This won't happen again." I apologized with my head down, eyes staring at the floor. 

"Hmm…" She accepted and gestured at the chair to sit. 

I sat on the edge of the chair in front of the table anxiously. 

"Do you remember Zendaya's death? You were the first to discover her body, right?" She started with a firm voice. 

I simply nodded my head. 

"Well, investigations have been going on about it, and we found something unusual in your side of the room." She informed me, and my eyes widened in surprise.  

Bending down, she took out an A1 size drawing sheet folded into four from one of her drawers. She held it towards me, and I accepted it hesitantly. 

"This is what we found." She declared and hinted at opening it. 

I slowly unfolded the folds with trembling hands as my heart pounded inside my chest. My fingers shivered as the last fold was about to unravel. 

The blank white paper had only one line written in blood-red colour over it. Stains of the ink used spotted the bleached white sheet to spread its dread and destruction on it too.

The dead won't bother you. It's the living you have to worry about. 

The infamous quote of the killer clown, John Wayne Gacy, scribbled on the sheet dripping blood. I felt my feet tremble as a cold shiver passed down my spine with my eyes fixated on the words. 

It's the living you have to worry about…

*******
Hey, wattpadies!
Okay, I know that was a cringey name, lol!

Anyways, how was the chapter?
How would you feel if you received a call from your school/college at night saying they wanna meet you?!

Let me know your views ;)

Chapter 11 up next!
Hope you enjoy it! 😉

~Toodles :)