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ones to leave. Maybe that isn’t psychic, maybe it was just intuition but Gretchen and I have decided that
we are not going to let this bastard make us leave. This is our campus and he’s that needs to leave, not us.
There are over twenty thousand students on this campus at any given time and while some people think
that gives the killer a perfect place to hide in plain sight I see it as over forty thousand eyes to spot this
bastard when he slips up. Someone has seen something even if they didn't realize it at the time. I think we
can be proactive and be more protective of our own. We have agreed that we won’t go anywhere after
dark without each other. Gretchen even suggested starting an escort service, and no I don’t mean she’s
going to be pimping out the girls of Kappa. She wants to get several boys that we know we can trust to
form a service where they can escort girls to and from class and around campus. I know several boys from
Delta who are perfect gentlemen and who would love to help damsels in distress. Boys are so easy that
way. Any chance they get to show their masculinity to a girl and be all tough and manly they come running.
Most of them remind me of male cockatoos strutting and puffing up their feathers. They’re still kind of cute
when they do it though, the boys not the birds.
Love Jamie
Jan 24th Friday 1997
Dear Diary
We had a house meeting this afternoon. Some old business mostly, but I found out that there are rumors
abound about who the campus maniac might be. But it's all college girl dramatic speculation based on
absolutely nothing real. As long as we can keep the Kappa girls safe until this is over that’s all I care about.
I’ve taken Gretchen’s escort idea one step further and have asked Justin Mosely, Kevin Myers and Dennis
Burkhoff to take turns spending the night here.
Of coarse there will be rumors but there are always rumors even when there’s nothing going on. And
rumors are better than dead girls. I know the bylaws prohibit such a thing but desperate times and all.
Besides all of these boys are fine upstanding southern gentlemen with really nice asses. Just kidding, they
are really good guys and I trust them. I hope that’s not the same mistake that the dead girls made. It
would really suck if I was the one who invited the killer to stay over for the night. My famous last words
would be remembered as “Its ok girls. I really trust them.” But I'm not getting any bad psychic vibes from
them so maybe it’s a good choice. I feel like I should start trusting my intuitions and pay more attention to
my feelings about things.
Love Jamie
Jan 25th Saturday 1997
Dear Diary
The campus crisis has hit home for the Kappa’s. One of our own, Missy Peters, is missing and we can only
pray that she hasn’t come to any harm. I feel horrible because I had another premonition while I was
sleeping last night about losing one of the girls here. I woke up this morning with blood on my pillow from
another nose bleed. I am now convinced that I am somehow witnessing these events before they happen.
I still haven’t told anyone. But I am so damned frustrated. What good is a gift like this if you can’t prevent
the horrible things you see? It has become more of a curse than a gift. Most of the visions come while I am
sleeping and by the time I wake up it's too late to stop it. I want to tell the police about this but I know
that they won’t believe me and everyone else would just laugh at me or believe that I was losing my mind.
God, it feels like I am sometimes. Missy has always been a good friend to me and to everyone else in the
house. I can’t think of one girl here who doesn’t love her. And that’s saying a lot because these catty
bitches can find something to hate about anyone. She has been missing since last night and we have
checked every possible place we can think of. The campus police and a couple of detectives were here
today talking to me and some of the other girls. I tried to be helpful but somehow I just feel like she is
already dead. And what’s worse is this damn migraine that won’t let me go out and look for her. And I feel
responsible because Kevin called the house and said that he wouldn’t be able to meet her to escort her
home after her econ class.
I tried to reach the other boys but couldn’t. I couldn’t go because I was in bed all day with this headache. I
told myself she would be ok. I’m so mad at myself right now. I think my visions are somehow related to my
headaches and I just hope that I have some kind of brain aneysm or something. I hope I am wrong about
Missy. I really do.
Jamie
Jan 26th Sunday 1997
Dear Diary
Still no word about Missy. The mood around here is pretty gloomy, I skipped my classes today. I just
couldn’t get motivated. It's raining.
Jamie
Jan 27th Monday 1997
Dear Diary
Our worst fears came to life. We found out this morning that the police had found Missy’s body late last
night. Why is this happening? Why do beautiful people have to die at the hands of a psycho ? Our parents
lied. Monsters are real, they just disguise themselves as humans.
Jamie
Jan 28th Tuesday 1997
Dear Diary
Missy’s parents came today to pick up all of her personal belongings. I boxed everything myself. I didn’t think
they would be up for that right now. They had to claim her body and take her home to Arizona to be
buried. I won’t get to go to her funeral and it makes me sad but I made sure to tell her mother just how
much everyone loved her daughter here and just how big of a loss it is. How do you make someone feel
better when they just lost one of their children?
Jamie
Jan 29th Wed 1997
Dear Diary
Mom called today. She was going on and on about how she wanted me to come home for a while until all
of this “Killer nonsense.” is over. I swear that woman will drive me insane before all is said and done. I’m
actually kind of surprised that she didn’t just send daddy and Michael down here and drag me back kicking
and screaming. I told her I wouldn’t come home and she went all mother hen on me. At one point I just
laid the phone down on my bed and walked downstairs to get some yogurt from the fridge and when I got
back she was still talking, and I swear I was gone for at least ten minutes. Well, gotta go for now, big
sociology test tomorrow.
Love Jamie
Jan 30th Thursday 1997
Dear Diary
Garret called me today and asked if we could meet for lunch tomorrow. It was a bit of a surprise considering
we haven’t spoken since we broke up. I was so stupid to let him go.
I thought that everyone drifted away from their high school sweethearts when they went off to college. I
mean you can’t stay in that “Head cheerleader and all American football star” phase forever. I wanted to
grow and expand my mind and my life.
Now that I’ve seen what kind of guys and girls are really out here in the world, (yes I’ve done the whole
college experimenting thing. I know, I’m a bad girl.) I realize how great he really was. Those baby blues and
that smile. Ok I have to stop thinking about it. I know he never forgave me for hurting him like I did. So I
don’t need to be pining over a guy that I can’t have. But I said I would have lunch with him.
In spite of the past I am looking forward to seeing him. He has already become a sergeant with the police
department here and I can only assume that he wants to talk to me about all of the murders on the
campus. I had to call mom today, my head aches are getting worse. After everything it looks like I maybe
forced to go home anyway. I remember having a bout of headaches when I was really young but the
doctors were able to fix it. More dreams and visions with the pain but I don’t know if they are going to turn
out to be prophetic yet. These visions sure do hurt. But as coach Baily says "No pain, No gain." What if the
pain is the tradeoff for being psychic? Mom said she would call Dr. Carver and have him call in a prescription
so I can pick it up in the morning. But even though it hurts I really hope that the medicine does not
interfere with my visions.
Love Jamie
Feb.1st Saturday 1997
I had lunch with Garret today. He told me he was worried about me. That means he still looooves me! Ha,
Ha just kidding. I wish he still loved me. But it was a good visit and we had a lot of fun. That is after all the
seriousness was over. He told me that an FBI profiler was helping with the case and he told me a lot of stuff
that the newspapers and local TV stations didn’t know.
He said they were definitely looking for a male student, probably a 2nd or 3rd year, and someone who was
probably outgoing, athletic, a member of a fraternity and probably considered to be attractive. Garret thinks
I’ve probably even met the guy once or twice. That’s a scary thought. God I hope it isn’t Brandon, like he’s
gone on a killing spree since we broke up or something. Garret said that the killer always takes something
from the victims as a kind of trophy or maybe even in his own twisted mind it’s a memento of the time he
spent with the victim. He gave me a list of the missing items to share with the other girls in the house in
case they see something. But to be honest I wasn’t looking at the list a whole lot I was just swimming in
those deep blue eyes of his. My god what was I thinking letting that sexy man go. Lunch was cut a little
short when he got a call and then he gave me a hug and handed me his card, he told me to be careful and
to call him if I needed or saw anything.
Love Jamie
Tuesday Feb 4th 1997
I would never admit it to Gretchen, but I’m getting scared. Between the headaches, the visions and the
murders I’m just at the end of my rope. I don’t want to go crawling home, but I’m afraid to be here. I feel
like something really bad is going to happen. Like a dark cloud is settling over me. I’m afraid that I am going
to be next, I don’t want to die, especially not like that. I wish they would stop screwing around and catch
this guy already. Am I just stressing out or is it possible to sense your own death is coming soon?
Jamie
Friday Feb 7th 1997
It happened again, I got the worst headache yet and then I got an uncontrollable nose bleed.
It just wouldn’t stop. The medicine hasn’t helped yet. Having the visions is hurting me in more than one
way. I have an appointment with a specialist next week. If I make it that far.
Jamie
Forensic and handwriting analysts at the FBI crime lab have stated that the final entry that follows was
jumbled almost to the point of illegibility and indicates that it was made under an extreme amount of stress.
They likewise indicated that Jamie must have been in a deep state of panic, fear and duress.
Sat. Feb 8th
Oh my God! I don’t even know what to write here. I had another vision. At least I thought that’s what it
was. But I know now how stupid I have been. I can't ignore the reality of the situation. Now that I have
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