Jamies Journal, Dennis H. Gordon [cat reading book TXT] 📗

this morning. What’s worse is I had a feeling that those two girls would be the next

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