You Never Know Who's Watching You

"AH!" Taylor shot up in her bed. A nightmare, she thought. But she could have sworn she felt someone touch her. She really couldn't see her room, because it was pitch black.
Being a college student in a dorm, alone, was pretty scary.
Whatever. I gotta get back to sleep, that math test is tomorrow, she said, laying her head back on the pillow.

10 minutes later, she awoke again. She could feel eyes on her. God, Taylor, go back to sleep, its nothing, she kept telling herself. But she felt someone touching her.

The next time she woke up, she felt a searing pain in her stomach. It wasn't a stomach ache, more like a cut.
She felt her stomach. Her hand probed the deep cut that had appeared on her abdomen. Taylor screamed. All of the sudden, a large hand gripped her mouth.
"You're gonna be quiet. Okay?" Whispered a voice out of the dark.
"Mmmmmph" Taylor said in a muffled voice. The voice spoke again.
"Shhh... its ok." It said. The person grabbed her legs and proceeded to tie her to the bed posts.
"STOP!" She screamed. Taylor knew he was a man because of his deep voice.
He turned on a light. The man ripped a piece of duct tape and taped Taylor's mouth.
He then took out a large carving knife. His hand felt around for the cut on Taylor's stomach. He found it, and Taylor squeezed out a muffled scream.
"Shh..." He touched the knife to the bleeding cut. He began to cut deeper. Taylor kept on screaming. The cut was gushing now. "Mhhhhhhhmmm...." Taylor trailed off, blacking out.
"I'm good now." The man said. He continued his work, slicing faster and deeper now.
After hitting her stomach, he moved up to her neck. "This is it." He said.
He touched the tip of the knife to her neck. It began to cut. Slowly the blade made it's way deeper into the girls neck. He cut her head clean off the neck. The man laughed. He picked the head up and stuffed it in a bowling ball bag.

He walked out of the dorm and went to the room next door.
The man slid a credit card through the key card slot. It clicked open. He quietly went in and set the severed head on the desk, facing the sleeping girl. The desk was covered in blood.

He took out of a gun. Aiming it towards the girl sleeping, he shot her in the stomach. She awoke and screamed. She didn't know what to scream about. The severed head on her desk, the strange man in her dorm, or the gunshot wound in her stomach.

The man raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.