I’d been studying at the library together with Scott, but when he’d told me he intended to stay until closing time, I decided to go home first ahead of him. My route took me by the arts building, then up the bicycle path along the football field. As I crossed over the tiny bridge leading to the bicycle path, a lone jogger passed me from behind, then turned off into the woods. I gazed after him thinking of my excursion into Nightworld a couple of weeks ago. I hadn’t been back there since then. I felt a sudden excitement thrill through my nerves at the memory of the secret I’d uncovered then. My steps slowed and I found myself looking around. There was no one else about. Probably because it was just before the midterms, a silence pervaded the campus. There was no moon out. I told myself I should head straight back to the dorm without giving it any further thought. Nightworld was not for me; merely to know it was out here should be enough to satisfy me.
