There was something disturbing about Ouran High School this morning. All was not at peace. Of course Tamaki wasn't, with him crying and emo cornering, but this was different.

I heard something rustling in the bushes as I was walking towards the doors, and quickly turned around to find that it was just a bunny. Honey's bunny.

What was Usa-chan doing in the flipping bushes? I check the perimeter, just to make sure that no one was trying to sneak up on me. It was just Usa-chan, staring into my soul.

I stared into its eyes and start to tear up, thinking of how much Honey is freaking out right now. Wait… what? I'm Kyoya, I don't feel emotions!

I picked the fluffy bunny up, and walked into the school that seemed quiet. Too quiet...

I walked slowly down the hallway, looking around in curiosity as if this were my first time at Ouran. It was scary to see the things I'd never realized, things that were so interesting about this school.

There were portraits of someone that I have never seen before in my life. It looked as if this was a painting of a real person.

This guy was wearing a white bandana over his mouth as if he were a ninja. He had an angry look on his face, a white apron on, and was holding a mop.

Suddenly, time stopped.

A chill worked its way through my spine. The world was spinning.

I started to choke, practically suffocating. It was a terrible feeling, and I couldn't get rid of it. I shook my head in confusion as to what was happening, but nothing of pure sense would come to me.

I fell to the ground. Everything started to go again.

Looking at the clock, I rushed to the music room before something could possibly kill me. As I walked in the room that usually all of the hosts gather, everything seemed empty. There was only a fangirl, rocking back and forth in the corner and singing a tune.

A very creepy tone was hummed, and for some reason, my natural reaction was to walk towards her. I try to stop myself from doing this, but it just didn't work. When I'm about a foot from her, the humming stops.

Her head turns slowly, revealing her stitched lips. Mascara is spread in streaks under her eyes, and not even her neck was turning with her head.

She was like a creepy as H-E double bendy straws Barbie doll. Her whole head was turned backwards by the time I was an inch away from her. I could barely look at this, but at the same time, I couldn't look away.

There was something about her that made me feel... happy inside. She gave me a look like no other fangirl had given me, and slowly stood up. I backed up to give her room, mostly so that she wouldn't try to murder me right there.

Her dress was torn. She looked like she needed help. She had claws, painted black, they were about 5 inches long. I tried to wrap my head around what was happening at that moment, but for once, my brain couldn't calculate anything.

She slowly walked towards me, as if she was about to grab my neck and suffocate me like the last experience in the hall. I just stood there, speechless, thoughtless, incapable of moving my muscles.

Her hands grabbed around my neck, and slowly started to get tighter. I took this. I didn't resist. Panicking would just kill me faster. After about thirty seconds of choking me, she lets go and pushes me back.

After that, she didn't turn out to be a she. "She" basically ripped off her face, revealing the man in the portrait.