Oglethorpe University - Yamacraw Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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I had sensed something strange and sinister going on. And to think I had just chalked it up to college life. strange and sinister going on. And to think I had just chalked it up to col- lege life. It was nothing I could put nny finger on, just that old idea that peo- ple were looking at me on the sly, talking about me behind my back, watching my every move. I ' m looking for a guy, I said. You may know him as someone else, but I call him Mac. Mac Waray. Tell me the story, she said, as if she had expected it. The whole sto- ry. All right. The name is Styles; Por- ter M. Styles, Private Detective. It ' s a dirty job, but like they say, some- body ' s got to do it. It all began ... Enough! Pretty yelped. What I meant was, what do you want to know? I know everything he ' s done since he ' s been here. Mac and I were — uh — close. That ' s enormously interesting, I finally growled. Help me see what you see.

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Mac liked girls. If he was any sort of red-blooded American anymore, he would come here eventually. I watched people coming in and out. At midnight, a siren sounded and was followed by a mad rush of men. I thought it must be some kind of raid, but nothing happened. That ' s what everyone said, anyway. Nothing hap- pened. I suddenly needed another drink, so I picked up a nice rock, chose a weak-looking window, and went into the lounge of Hearst. There I sat, drowning my sorrows in Orange Nehi. Where is Mac? I wondered. Instantly, I began to feel another presence in the room. It came when a soft, feminine voice said, I ' m in the room. I knew it was her. It was definitely Pretty. Her smile filled the room with light just like the stupid lamp outside my room. They ' re on to you, she said, her voice whispering its way over my Nehi-drunk body. They sent me to follow you, but I can ' t. I can ' t tell you the whole truth, but I ' ve got to warn you . . . they ' re watching you. They ' re watching you all the time. I know, I said. I see the cock- roaches every morning. No, not them. THEM. The Men, she hissed. I know about the men, too. I just saw them in Traer, and they were too frustrated to try to follow me. No, no. I meanTHE Men, the Men from L.U.P.T.O.N. I found her story hard to swallow. But then again, so was the food here. Maybe she was right. Maybe this was why I had sensed something ■ IBRhHMf ' ' v« wi Wkm

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Well, she started, Mac Waray is a very active person. He ' s in almost every organization there is. He ' s al- ways at dances, socials, drafthouses and parties. He ' s very involved with extracurricular activities. That ' s why I used to call him Mr. X. The joke wasn ' t funny, but that isn ' t why I didn ' t laugh. I could see that I would have to change to a new path if I wanted to find my friend. It wouldn ' t be easy. I was going to have to get INVOLVED.