A/N: Ok, I'm here for another round. This time there's no mary sue, no new character based on me or someone, and no (hopefully) crappiness. Oh yea, this will be gory, very gory. As I have a gory mind and I'm not afraid to use it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing at all, except for the idea. And if anyone steals the idea, they better pray to God I don't find out, but trust me, I will!!!! shakes fist at people that steal

Chapter1

"OOOWWWW" Zack groaned as Freddy hit him on the head.
"I said NO pineapple!" Freddy said, throwing little bits of pineapple from his pizza at Zack.
"Ok, you two! Stop!" Summer said getting up and being herself. "We're here to get our act together for the school fair."
Everyone settled down. It hadn't been much longer from their opening of the School Of Rock and were now playing in mini concerts and such across town. Of course they didn't get excused from school, but sometimes if it was big enough, they did.
It was the end of this year, and that meant another end of the school fair. They were always boring, and wanted to spice it up. They all agreed to playing in it if they were allowed. I'll sum the rest up now, I don't want you to get bored, the school had a meeting, everyone agreed, and now their all together at Zack's house and decided what to play and other sorts of stuff.
"So, which song are we gonna do?" Katie asked.
Everyone looked at Summer, they didn't want to decide, that was for Summer to do because she had invited them.
Summer looked around, then decided they should do School of Rock. Everyone still liked it, and now that she thought about it, they hadn't done it in a long time. While Summer explained to the rest her thoughts, a finally sober Dewey came through the door.
"Hey guys! Zack, I just let myself in, and I think you should lock the doors because there's a guy out there, and I wouldn't trust him," Dewey said walking into the T.V. room with his shoes still on.
Ok, I lied, he wasn't sober, he was drunk, or very close to it. But we all know now why Dewey was late for the meeting.
"I think that's a great idea Summer! It's true, we haven't played it in public for awhile," Gordon said while others agreed and nodded their heads.
"Then it's settled! We'll rock out our new song!" Dewey said, pumping his fist into the air.
No one corrected Dewey, knowing it would be useless to do so. If they did, he'd only argue, and then in the morning he wouldn't even know what song they were doing.
Right then, a loud clang noise was heard, and a ghostly figure swooped down. The bunch of them got up and ran out of the house screaming and running, but they were going really slow and the figure was gaining on them. In it's hand a riffle was held, ready and loaded, and on the figure's shoulder was a pouch filled with knives of all different shapes and sizes.
The figure was gaining on them, and was about to take a swing, when, gasping for breath, Zack woke up startled.

A/N: Hope you liked it, and hope it's better than my last story. This doesn't explain a lot, but the story gets clearer as it gets further in.