Ch. 7 There's a Killer in the House
Jennifer exited the bedroom and went on to the next room only to find out that it was a bathroom. 'Well since I'm here, might as well let it out.' she thought to herself. Jennifer left the bathroom and exited the corridor. Jennifer was now in the second part of the main hall. It looked about the same as the main hall. Just as she was about to make her first move, Jennifer heard something from the ceiling. She looked up and couldn't believe what she saw.
It seemed to be someone with a giant pair of scissors or garden shears crashing down from the ceiling. It was quite a sight.
Jennifer gasped with shock. She had never expected such a thing to happen. First the house, now a serial killer! "No!...it can't be!"
The killer fell through the glass ceiling and landed on the floor. The killer looked at Jennifer and snapped his scissors.
Jennifer couldn't believe it. It was a short killer with a giant pair of scissors. "No!...where's Mrs. Mary?...what's going on?...somebody help!" Tears began to run down her eyes.
But the killer wasn't fazed by Jennifer's cries. He snapped his scissors once again and started walking towards her.
"Noooooo!" Jennifer then ran back to the corridor and into the bedroom. She hid under one of the beds.
Scissorman snapped his scissors with every step of the way. When he couldn't find the poor girl, he gave up and walked away.
When Jennifer was convinced that scissorman was gone, she crawled up from under the bed. Her heart pounded, her hands shook with intense fear, her palms sweated and she hyperventilated. Jennifer had never expected such a wonderful day to turn into a horrible nightmare. She was on her way to having a panic attack. "I can't believe it!...I can't believe it!...I can't believe…..there's a killer in the house!" Jennifer was totally out of breath.