My eye brows knitted in a frown as I studied the pink thing in form of a-wait, this looked like what I saw in cousin Vanessa's underwear drawer. Instantly, the memory played like a movie in my head.

I laid bored on the bed and wished for this vacation to be over soon. Having an uncle that was a deacon even limited my freedom and actions more. I had to be good all the time so as not to tarnish the family image as my father had said.

Being Hephzibah Asher felt like a curse as one was protected-scratch that, one was caged like a prisoner. Asher was a Hebrew name derived from the word Osher, meaning happiness. In the Bible, Asher was one of Jacob's twelve sons who gave their names to the tribes of Israel. Father always made sure he thought us everything about our names.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I sat up and gazed around Vanessa's pink room. There was nothing interesting here except for the novels that were stacked on her white table.

Father had always wanted my twin and I to be like her. She was miss goody two shoes, very decent and beautiful.

I rolled my eyes and picked up one of her books and noticed that the last one under was wrapped in a teen magazine. Curious to know what was inside, I pulled the book out and opened it. I widened my eyes when I saw it was a harlequin's publication, meaning it was a romance novel. Weren't people that acted like they were mother Mary meant to read inspirational or spiritual books instead?

I shrugged and placed it back. I didn't care if she read harlequin or whatever, it wasn't my business.

What should I check next?

I pulled the drawer open and was fascinated by what I saw laying plainly on her granny and netlike panties–a red stuff that was shaped like a cucumber, but it wasn't as wide as a cucumber or was it?

Picking it up, I inspected the body with my eyes and saw a button at the top which I pushed down.

Vooommmmm! It vibrated in my hands and I wondered what it was used for.

"Hephzibah!" The voice sounded very much like Vanessa so I froze at the spot. "What are you doing in my drawer with my-" she hesitated. "With my neck and face massager?"

"Hello?" Mandy snapped her fingers in my face, bringing me back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Uhm, yeah." I blinked rapidly and returned my gaze to the cucumber shaped stuff, but it was gone. "Wasn't something on the floor?"

"Y-yeah..." Her cheeks were stained with the color red. I was beginning to suspect this girl was something unholy.

"Wait," I said, recalling that I had sniffed that bag earlier and it smelt terribly. "Is that where the horrible stench was coming out from?"

I held my nose and bumped my brows together. Vanessa had told me it was a neck and face massager so what had Mandy been massaging with it that it smelt so bad?

"What?" She asked between giggles. "No, the smell is coming from the liver..." She bit down her bottom lip and had shifty pupils like she had uttered what she wasn't meant to say.

"A liver, why do you have a liver?" I cringed.

"Biology class." She shrugged and dug her hand into her bag. "See, it's only a small part of liver." She pulled out a white leather and was about to unwrap it before I stopped her.

"I don't wanna see." I held my hands in front of me, my bowels churning like I was going to throw up. "Why do you have that in your bag with the other stuff?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, Hephzibah," She said with dead eyes then giggled immediately, making me feel as if I had imagined it. "Goodbye."

She flashed a friendly expression at me and wore her jacket. With that, she left and I slumped on my bed. What a day.

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I had just returned  from classes. We finished very early today so I was the only one in the dorm because it was eerily quiet. Thank goodness I didn't make a fool of myself today.

I tightened the towel around my chest and enjoyed the sounds my flip flops made as I made my way to the bathroom to get a refreshing bath.

Stepping into the shower cubicle, I hung my towel on the holder that was mounted to the wall and turned on the shower. The balls of water hit my head like the rain banging on the ceiling of a building. The warm water relaxed my nerves–I stood there for a while before rubbing my sponge with my soap.

"I'm bullet proof, nothing-" I clasped my mouth, remembering I was in a Catholic college and might be punished for singing something like that. "Who am I, that the lord of all the earth would care to know my name, would care to feel my hurt?" Instead, I sang a song by casting crowns.

Why didn't I pursue a singing career again? I mean, damn I sounded like a Nightingale.

Turning off the shower, I wrapped my body with my towel and ended the song. "I am yours..." I shut my eyes and opened my arms like a bird about to fly.

Suddenly, I heard somebody giving me a round of applause–my eyes snapped open and a lump settled in my throat. What was that?

Everywhere was silent before the sound of someone taking mighty steps into the bathroom filled my ears. My eyes widened and cold water went down my spine. My heart was about to combust in my chest–there the horrible smell was again. I held tight to my towel and suppressed a scream of fear.

"Who-who is that?" I stammered, but there was no answer to my question.

The cubicle next to mine opened and was banged shut, causing my heart to leap out of my chest as I jerked.

"1,2,3..." I whispered, grabbed my bathing kit and ran out of the bathroom.

This school is so creepy! What creepy person was that?

I stopped running and heaved a sigh when I was five steps away from my room.

"Who am I-" I was about to sing before I got cut off by the strange voice of a woman.

"You are Hephzibah Asher and you have my-"

Before she could finish her sentence, I dashed into my room with a pounding heart and locked my door. I held my chest and began to shake internally.

I rested my forehead on my door and closed my eyes, but they flew open when I heard the clicking sound of heels.

Quickly, I backed away from the door and rushed to get my phone. I dialled Debby's line, but my call was declined, followed by a text message from her that said she was in class.

I scrolled through my contacts and dialled Emi. The moment she picked, I rushed my words with shaky hands.

"Emi-Emi, where are you?" I stammered with a familiar shake in my voice.

"I'm in my dorm, are you alright?"

"No, I think someone in this dorm is messing with me... They want to give me a heart attack." I scanned the entire room. "Come over, please."

"I'll be right there." The call ended and the clicking sound became even louder than before.

After ten minutes, there was a rap on the door, knocking out the spirit out of me. My knees shook and my knuckles turned white. This school wouldn't be the death of me.

"Hephzibah, it's Emi." She yelled and I ran to open the door.

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Emi had waited for me to get dressed so she could take me back to her dorm till my roommates returned.

I locked the door, glancing from left to right. There was this unexplainable thing in the air that made me so scared.

"Calm down, I'm sure it's someone trying to mess with your head because you're a newbie." Emi soothed me by patting my back.

"The person is driving me crazy! I hate it here and I want to go back home." I shuddered.

I really wanted to leave this place. Even if I hated it at home, I preferred being there than here.

We walked out of my dorm and I felt relieved the moment the breeze touched my face. I released the breath I didn't know I had been holding.

We got into her room and her bed was occupied by two girls. Emi sat on her bed and I said hi to the two brunettes on her bed.

With no space on Emi's bed, I sat on Mandy's and tried to shake out the weird feeling that was in my chest.

Five minutes gone, Emi and the girls were so into the conversation they were having. They talked like they were taps and I sniggered sometimes at their jokes.

I laid my back on Mandy's bed and felt something poking my back. Sitting up, I felt the stuff with my hands under the blanket and pulled it out–it was the pink neck massager again. My eyes searched the body for a button. I pushed it down and it began to vibrate. A smile crawled up my face as I closed my eyes and rubbed it on my neck.

"Ah... Feels better." I muttered.

"What is she doing?" One of the brunette's asked and I opened my eyes, rubbing my face with the cucumber like massager.

"Euw! Hephzibah, what are you doing?" Emi asked, getting to her feet.

"Massaging my face and neck..." I trailed off, wondering why they stared bug eyes at me as if I had committed murder.

"That's a vibrator!" Emi slapped it out of my hands and shook my shoulders. "Are you still naive?"

The brunettes guffawed and I turned crimson.

"No wonder it vibrates." I picked it up again and inspected the body. "What does my naiveness have to do with this?"

"Because you don't know girls masturbate with a vibrator. That has been in her pussy!"

"Euw!" I threw the vibrator on the bed and felt like throwing up.