The Scissors
Roz's words: Hi! First story so...reviews are appreciated. Made with no before planning as well. Be afraid. Very afraid.
Disclaimer: I do not own Corpse Party :) Thank You
And now...the story:

My name is Abigail Marie. I am surely about to die, and horribly. This cursed school will win. I've wandered around for hours now, and seen no one. Alive that is. There are many dead people here. Even ghosts. I haven't ever believed in ghosts in my life. But now, I have no choice but to believe in them. Because, I am being chased by one. She brandishes blood soaked scissors and keeps opening and closing them.

Snip. Snap.

It's driving me insane.

Snip. Snap.

Everything is silent but my pounding footsteps, and heart, and those horrid scissors.

Snip. Snap.

Why aren't her feet pounding? WHY?

Snip. Snap.

Why must I be chased?

Snip. Snap.

I don't want to die, but my strength is nearly gone.

Snip. Snap.

I wish I'd have tried more in gym.

Snip. Snap.

I wish I'd never done that charm.

Snip. Snap.

Please God...save me.

Snip. Snap.

The hallway suddenly comes to an abrupt halt because of a hole.

Snip. Snap.

The sound is closer.

Snip. Snap.

At the next snap of the scissors I come to my senses and rush towards a nearby door.

Snip. Snap.

It thankfully opens. I rush in.

Snip. Snap.

But then I realize that the rest of the room is blocked and, in my haste the door is left open. I realized my mistake to late.

Sni-.

Suddenly the sound stops midway through. Why? My mind briefly wondered. Briefly. For in the next moment I realized in horror that the scissors have caught my uniform's skirt. A mere breaths length away from my now pale skin. And at that moment I turn to run and the door slams shut and I face my assailant. A little girl. She has long black hair and an innocent, adorable face, but she wears a smirk that makes my blood seem to run cold. Her dress is red like blood, who is she? As if hearing my thoughts she smiles adorably,
"My name is Sachiko." And still smiling she raises the scissors and I flinch.
"And you're DEAD." She cackles at this and, before I can react I feel an impact vibrate though my skull from behind. In my half conscious state, I feel myself being dragged to somewhere and tied up by my hands and feet. The last thing I would ever hear was her dreadful scissors opening and closing.

Snip. Snap.

And then there is only pain. Never ending pain.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

End note: Fairly gruesome for a first story and creepy too, but I think it's alright for a first one. This will remain a one shot for now. May do an alternate ending later. If wanted by anyone who reads this. (Hint, hint)
See ya next time! :) Bai!