I woke up to my phone buzzing nonstop with notifications that made my stomach drop. Overnight, someone had tagged me in dozens of i********: posts, all from an account called @AshwickSecrets that I’d never seen before. The profile picture was a black silhouette against Ashwick’s gates, and the bio read simply: “Truth is stranger than fiction.”
The posts were a mixture of gossip, accusations, and what looked like actual surveillance photos of students around campus. Some were clearly fabricated—like the claim that Julian had been secretly dating a professor—but others were disturbingly accurate. Photos of students in supposedly private moments, details about family finances that shouldn’t have been public knowledge, quotes from conversations that should have been confidential.
And then I
