Disclaimer – I do not own Clock Tower… I do not own the characters… And I don't own a giant pair of scissors…

Raised in the Granite Orphanage, Jennifer and her friends were wanted as adopted daughters. It happened in September...

It was a cold day, night was fast approaching. Five people walked through a dense forest, an older woman and four girls. One of the girls stopped and looked back.

"Laura, hurry up," one of them spoke.

She wore a red shirt and blue jeans. Her hair was cut short and was red in color. Her name is Lotte. Laura had long, blonde hair down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wore a sky blue dress that went down to her knees.

"We want to be there before sunset," another spoke.

She wore a brown opened vest. Under the vest was a yellow long sleeve shirt. She also wore a green skirt down to her ankles. This is Ann.

"Ms. Mary?" the last one asked.

This is Jennifer. She had long black hair that went down to the middle of her back. She wore a blue dress and a long sleeve white shirt. The skirt went down to her shins, she wore high black socks.

"Yes?" Ms. Mary asked.

Ms. Mary was kind of on he plump side. She had curly blonde hair and an evil looking grin. The girls though, they could not see it.

"From now on," Jennifer answered, "what kind of place will we be living in?"

"That's the fifth time you asked me that!" Ms. Mary responded. "Don't worry, it's a very nice place." Ms. Mary pointed, "See, we're almost there."

She pointed over the treetops to a building in the middle of nowhere. It was a big building with a high steeple for a bell, the Clock Tower. It looked a couple stories tall, even taller with the steeple. They got to the clock tower and entered.

"What a huge place," Laura said.

"Yeah," Ann agreed. "The main hall's gigantic."

They found their way to a small table. Two chairs were at this table. Ann and Laura sat down in them. Lotte walked over to the wall and leaned against it.

"I have to go get Mr. Barrows," Ms. Mary said. "Everyone, please wait here."

Ms. Mary walked past the girls and walked out the door. The door shut behind her. Jennifer walked over to Ann.

"Hey Ann," she said.

"You want to know what kind of guy Mr. Barrows is?" Ann asked.

"Yeah," Jennifer answered.

"What's wrong Jennifer?" Laura asked.

"I just have this strange feeling," Jennifer responded.

"This house makes me unease as well," Laura said.

"I doubt I'll ever get used to this place," Lotte said.

Ann giggled, "Lotte's paranoid."

"What happened to Ms. Mary?" Laura asked.

"She has been gone for a long time," Ann said. "Can you go find Ms. Mary?"

"I guess," Jennifer responded.

"You want me to go look?" Lotte asked.

"No," Jennifer responded, "I'll go find her."

Jennifer walked out the same door as Ms. Mary. She was now in a small hall way with two doors, one to her side and one in front. The lighting in this room was really dim. Jennifer walked a few steps and then there was a scream from behind her.

"The main hall!" she yelled.

She ran back to the main hall. The lights were shut off and her friends were gone.

"Girls!?" she yelled. "This isn't funny. Is this some kind of joke?"

There was no response from her friends, they had just vanished. She walked over to the light switch, the lights turned on. She ran over to the front door and grabbed the knob. She turned but the door would not budge. She was locked in. There was a key slot for unlocking the door from the inside but the key was gone.

"I'm locked in," Jennifer cried out.

Jennifer ran through the door she had came in back into the dimly lit hall.

"Which door, which door?" she asked herself.

She walked into the door to her right. In that room was a pile of rubble and a crack in the wall. Dead end. She walked over to the crack and looked though, there wasn't enough space to crawl through though.

Through the crack she could see a yard. There was a pool and a shack. She could see a door on the other side of the yard. From where she was looking, the pool looked empty. It was dark out there and she didn't feel like trying to make the crack any bigger.

Jennifer got up off the ground and walked out the door. She walked through the other door in this hall bringing her into another corridor. Lights were on and she could see perfectly. On her right there was three doors and strait ahead was another door. She decided to go into the first door. The light was off and it was pitch black except by the light coming in through the door.

"It's dark in here," she exclaimed. "Where's the light switch?"

She used the light from the hall to locate the switch. The light turned on. Inside this room was another door. There was also a couch, table, TV, and dresser. Next to the door was a fireplace. Jennifer walked over to the TV and turned it on, there was only static. She left the TV on and looked up onto the dresser and saw a box. She took the box and looked inside. A key was inside. The key was inscribed West Wing.

She pocketed the key and walked to the other door. She opened the door and was inside a bedroom. Two beds, a make-up table, and a birdcage were inside this room, as was another door.

"I'm getting sick of these doors," Jennifer said.

She walked past the beds and opened the door; she was now back in the hall. She looked to her right and saw two doors. She walked to the first door. She heard dripping sounds coming from the other side. She peered in; it was a bathroom, nothing more. She closed the door and headed to the last door.

She put her hand on the knob and slowly turned, her heart beat loudly in her ears. She opened the door and was in a big room like the main hall. There were stairs going up to a higher level with some doors up there and two doors across from her. Another door was under the stairs. Above her was a stained glass window on the ceiling.

"These people are really wealthy," she stated.

The stained glass window broke and in fell a man with giant scissors. He was a short man with a hump on his back. He wore a little top hat and glared at Jennifer. He turned towards her opening the shears. She stumbled backwards.

"And you are?" she asked hesitating.

The man said nothing as he walked towards her. She turned and ran out the door. She ran down the hall and through the next door. Her heart was racing as the Scissorman walked towards her opening and closing the scissors with each step. She ran into the room on her left. It was a dead end. She grabbed a rock from the rubble and started to smash the crack.

Scissorman was now standing in the doorway. Jennifer thought this was the end. The hole was now big enough for her to crawl through. Scissorman was now over her opening his scissors. She scrambled through the hole as Scissorman reached for her. She was almost through when he grabbed her leg.

"Let me go!" Jennifer yelled.

Scissorman started pulling her back through. She kicked him and he let go. She used this time to get away. She looked back at Scissorman; he was gazing through the hole at her.

Scissorman walked away from the hole. Jennifer stopped for air. She was tired of running and hoped she wouldn't run into Scissorman again.