the horror story of Brutus

All the lights were off on campus. I was surrounded in complete darkness as the wind rustled the leaves on the trees hanging above me. There was no one in sight yet the hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up and fear enclosed every inch of my body. There was a pit of anxiety in my stomach that I just couldn’t seem to shake. With goosebumps running down my arm, I hurried my pace back to my dorm.

Once I made it back to my dorm, I quickly locked the door behind me feeling a sense of safety overtake me. Staring at myself in the mirror I took small deep breaths to try to calm my racing heart only to look up and see the outline of Brutus the mascot, standing behind me with his red eyes glued to mine. I let out a horrific, terrified scream before everything went dark.