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up at the ceiling as she listened to the fuzzy classic rock channel that the old radio was permanently stuck on.
    She couldn’t get the image of Connor’s face out of her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about him—wondering why he was so insistent on talking to her, and wanting her to stay. Hanna couldn’t sleep over the thought of Connor’s piercing blue eyes.
    He was cute .
    “He doesn’t like me,” Hanna told herself. “He can’t.”
    No one had ever liked Hanna. She’d never been asked on a date. No boy had ever complimented her. She’d never been called “cool”. She couldn’t help but think that it was a trick—she’d been tricked before—many times. More than likely, this was just another set up for another cruel prank.
    The song on the radio ended, and the night time host came on. “That was By-Tor and the Snow Dog, by Rush—off of their second album, Fly By Night!
    “Snow continues to pile up on the streets. Today, Snowbrooke came a single centimetre of snow short of breaking the December snowfall record set four years ago—in case you don’t remember, that was the week after the infamous Wilkinson House Murder. Better not make any plans, because it doesn’t look like the snow plans on slowing down anytime soon. Be careful out there! Those roads are slippery!” the radio host warned.
    “If you don’t need to drive, then don’t! Bundle up and, if you can, stay at home where it’s warm. Be sure to pick up a generator from your local hardware store—If your power hasn’t gone out yet, consider yourself one of the lucky few.”
    A sharp gust of wind blew against the boarded windows, eliciting a loud groan out of the dilapidated house.
    “And just in case you needed another reason to stay inside during this cold snap—there was yet another murder here in Snowbrooke last night. Police haven’t released any details, or the name of the victim just yet. This is just the most recent in a series of grizzly serial murders, bringing the death toll up to ten in the past month. Six of the murders happened on the Snowbrooke University Campus, and the other four happened in various spots around town. Police are telling Snowbrooke residents to stay inside, and to stay with friends and family.
    “Police have also denied rumours today that the murders were carried out by a ‘vampire’, and they reminded press today that there is no such thing as vampires. Police have asked the media to stop referring to the killer as ‘The Vampire’—saying that we are more than likely ‘stroking his twisted ego’.
    “If you are a student at the University, do not walk alone. SBU has set up a Safe Walk program—details of which can be found on the SBU home page. Simply dial a number and two student volunteers will come to meet you. They will walk you wherever you need to go. It’s completely free, and volunteers won’t accept any tips—so for the love of God, call the number!
    “It has not been confirmed whether the last three victims were students or teachers attending the University. Constable Hendricks said this in a public statement…”
    The radio host switched on an audio recording. “We need to start acting like a community if we’re going to overcome this demented killer. This isn’t just something that the SBU campus needs to worry about. This is a serious crisis that pertains to the whole town. I can’t stress this enough—stay with your families. The world will continue to turn if you have to miss a day or two of work.”
    “So there you go—Now you have a great reason to stay inside, stay warm and keep listening to K.I.S.M., 102.5—Snowbrooke’s only Classic Rock Radio. And speaking of the police—here’s Sting, with The Police!” A Police song came on the radio.
    Hanna reached over and shut off the radio. She sighed—her head racing with too many thoughts to ever fall asleep.
    She sat up, picked up a little notebook, which sat next to her bed, and she brought herself to her