Completely unaware of any interesting, bizarre, or potentially frightening things going on outside the dorms, Cal had settled in front of his typewriter on his desk, reached out his hands, interlocked, to crack his knuckles and then looked at the fresh piece of paper nestled in the device with determination. He figured he could stand to try that writing thing again, really, and was feeling inspired... ...unfortunately, his inspiration, it would seem, was rather misdirected. He had, perhaps erroneously... read more
