"AAAAAAAAH!" screamed Thalia.
She had backed up against the closet and felt something fall on top of her. She ran out of the closet screaming. A body fell out of it, bloody and with multiple cuts all over it. The wounds were gaping, the eyes bloodshot. Thalia took a split-second glance at it and she didn't need to look at it again. She immediately ran into Nick's arms, crying. Her dress was smeared with blood, with bloody handprints on the waist where she wiped them. The body was the principal's.
"Oh my gosh, what happened?" he asked.
"I don't know! I backed up and I felt something! My dress…it's-it's…oh no. I wanna get out of here!" she sobbed.
Thalia clung onto Nick, burying her face in his T-shirt.
"It's okay. I'm here." He assured her. "We're going now, alright? Are you okay?"
Thalia nodded a little.
"Alright, take my hand. I'm not gonna leave you."
"Promise me."
"I promise."
He led her out to the hallway, keeping both eyes open for the dude in black that they just saw. Nick didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified. He definitely didn't want to end up like the guy that fell out of the closet. They reached the side exit. Nick tried to push it open with all of his strength, but couldn't.
"No…" Nick whispered.
"What about the front entrance?" Thalia suggested.
"Oh, right."
Nick carefully led themselves to the front entrance. Try as they might, however, they couldn't open it.
"No! We're stuck here. We're gonna die…I don't wanna die, Nick. But we're gonna die." Thalia cried.
"Thalia. You're not gonna die. You're not turning emo either. I'm here for you, remember?"
"I'm just so scared." She whispered.
"I know." Nick stood there, holding her close.
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"Taylor! Where are we going?" Mary asked.
Joe and Kiran ran right behind them, clueless.
"I heard screaming! I just know someone might be in trouble! I just feel it! Just believe me!" was her reply while they ran down the stairs.
"You feel someone's in trouble…" Joe started as he looked through the only open door.
"Why would there be-oh my God." Kiran gasped as she looked over his shoulder.
Taylor stared at the body that lay before them, cut in half.
"I think I'm gonna hurl." Kiran grossed out.
Suddenly, the other half fell from the ceiling, raining more blood on them.
"Oh, EW!" Mary squealed.
"What kind of sicko could've done this?" Joe asked.
"I don't know! What I'm concerned more about are where Nick, Thalia, Kevin and Ashleigh are." Kiran said.
"What about who did this? What if we're next?" Mary asked.
"Don't think like that!" Joe snapped.
"Oh. I'm sorry, then." Mary looked hurt.
"No, no no. I didn't mean to yell. I'm the one to be sorry." Joe apologized.
"Sorry to interrupt our little 'love fest' here, ladies and gentlemen, but we have a crisis here. What if the psycho who did this is still in the school?" Taylor brought up.
"I want out of here nowwww." Mary urged.
They heard footsteps out in the hallway. They were coming nearer.
"What if that's him?" Kiran asked.
"Or her." Taylor said. "Sorry, bit of a feminist."
"Taylor!" Mary hissed.
"What? I said I was sorry…"
"Stop arguing and hide!" Joe commanded.
"Right. Sorry." Mary said.
There was a room connecting two classrooms together. Taylor crawled under the teacher's desk and tried not to move at all. Joe pulled Mary into the connecting room. Kiran found an empty closet and closed the door behind her. She left the door open just a crack. A man dressed in all black, complete with matching ski mask, came into the room. He wielded a cleaver, as well as a dagger, switchblade and lead pipe. Holding the cleaver, he glanced at the dead half-man on the ground and threw the cleaver at his head, making a sickening 'thwack' when it hit his head.
This guy is really sick, thought Taylor, her face about two inches from all the action.
Joe and Mary, meanwhile, were trying their best to stay quiet. Mary had tears running down her face, hand clamped over her mouth to keep from screaming. Joe stood protectively over her, both arms around her, holding her close.
"It's okay. He can't see us." He whispered.
Mary nodded, but her heart had begun to race faster as the guy walked closer to them. Her breathing was going faster and faster. If she screamed now, it would all be over, for both herself and Joe. She squeezed her eyes shut as he neared towards their hiding spot.
Kiran, meanwhile, could see everything. She looked around the closet. It was small, cramped and smelled of dust. She tried her hardest not to sneeze or cough. The ray of light that shone through shined on her arm. Kiran glimpsed at it. It took all of her strength to not scream when she saw it. There was a black widow on her arm. She could tell by the red hourglass on its abdomen. She could feel herself tensing up. The arachnid began to crawl up her arm, tickling her slightly as it inched up. When it raised its forelegs like it was going to bite down, that did it. Kiran did what most girls would've done if a spider crawled up their arm. She screamed.