GENRE: YA HORROR
"The Devil's best trick is to convince you that he doesn't exist! Do you hear me brothers and sisters? Do you hear-"
Chloe snapped the radio off. If there was a devil, he wasn't gaining any ground in Birch Harbor. There was only one station that came in without fuzz. Call letters KPRY- the best brimstone and hellfire for your morning commute. If she stayed, her first purchase was going to be one of those satellite radios. But first, she had to get out of the car.
Movies always made college look exciting. Sitting in her car in front of Kirkbride Hall, she didn't feel excited. She felt...
The dorm was a behemoth. It looked out of place in such a small town, and on such a small campus. It towered, or maybe it loomed.
"Loooooooom," Chloe growled, in her best scary movie voice. Loom rhymed with gloom, and that's probably what made it seem like a dark word.
The building itself wasn't so bad. Not really. A great deal of beauty lay in the details that fell out of fashion with poodle skirts-- arched windows, turrets, slate tiles and rain-worn gray stone that had sheltered students for more than a hundred years. There was also... a bell tower? Or maybe a look-out tower, for when the dormitory came under siege from random packs of marauding Vikings.
Fortifications aside, most of its threat came from the fact that she was outside and everyone else was inside. She was late.