I was socially awkward in college, but I was in an art program so we all were. There was this girl in a few of my classes who seemed to want to be friends. I talked to her a few times, but she never seemed to listen to what I was saying and kept telling me the same stories over and over. She had asked me for some help getting into her program. As she didn’t seem to have anyone else, I went ahead and helped her out. I didn’t think much of her until after I graduated and found out she had actually gone to prison. It turns out that while I was helping her with admissions, she was plotting and following through with a plan to kill her father and brother.
Tiny Tales of Everyday Horror