A couple of girls are rooming together in the dorms at university. One night the quieter of the two girls decides to stay in and study, while the other heads out clubbing with her friends. They part ways, and the louder girl heads off with her friends into the town.
A long night later, after a good few drinks and a lot of dancing, the girl stumbles back to the dorms. It's long past bedtime, and the window of their shared room is dark. Her roommate must be sleeping. The girl's hand hovers over the light switch, but she decides she's not so drunk she can't find her way across the room in the dark. Doing her best to stay quiet the girl picks her way over to her bed. She falls into bed and in a few moments is sound asleep.
She doesn't regain consciousness until late next morning. She's got a rough hangover, and it takes her a while to pry herself out of bed. She sits there for a while, clutching her aching head, then grits her teeth and throws open the curtains. She looks over to her friend's side of the room, and sobers up cold.
Her roommate lies tangled in bloody sheets, clearly dead. Blood smears the walls, and written there on the wall are the words: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" The killer, it seems, was there in the room when the girl returned from her night out on the town. It was only her drunken state and the darkness of the room that saved her from her friend's untimely fate.
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