In the early morning hours of September 5, 2007, Diane, a resident assistant at the University

of Arizona, awoke suddenly.

What she thought was the reverberating sound of someone moving heavy furniture.

She couldn't be sure, so she sat there listening intently.

Down the hall of the dormitory, Stacey Wallace, a freshman, awoke to the noise as well.

But she was closer and could tell that it wasn't just the sound of furniture being dragged

across the floor.

It was also screaming.

She couldn't be sure where the screams were coming from.

It sounded like it was coming from all around.

It could have been coming from above her, below her, in the hall or even next door.

Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped.

And there was silence.

But as she lay there in bed pulling the blankets up to her chin, anxiously awaiting some

clue as to what was going on, she heard another scream.

This time, the scream was from right outside her door.

And it said, help me, Stacey.

Welcome to Sword and Scale Nightmares, true crime for bedtime.

When nightmare begins now.

Less than a month prior, it was early August 2007.

And it was the beginning of a new school year at the University of Arizona.

Both that left over the summer were returning to the sprawling campus in Tucson to resume

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