Everyone in class has gone silent, even the annoying kids in the back of the room.

"He's dead- '' I could barely say these words out of my mouth. I could not believe what I was hearing. There's no way these events are happening.

"He was found last night in an alleyway 10 miles away from his house. Are should I say what was left of him." As Ms. Samantha said these last few words she trialed of as if remembering the horror of what she heard.

"What do you mean what was left of him?" said Fritz asking the question everyone didn't dare ask.

"His body was horribly mutilated, and it was barely recognizable. His head was found lying next to the body."

As she says those words the image of William holding Mr. Smith's head plays back in my head. How could a dream I had last week come true? Mr. Smith dying in the same fashion he had in my dream, and the fact that a metal piece identical to the one in my dream shows up at his house the night of the break in. That can't be a coincidence.

The room is still dead silent, and the silence is only interrupted by Ms. Samantha's haunted voice "School will be let out early today and a funeral is going to be held next week for anyone in this class that would like to go. I will continue teaching this class for the time being."

I couldn't believe that this is happening, I have to find out what is going on.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, it's as if the whole school has been hypnotized and their walking corpses are walking around. Everyone has a blank and shocked expression and not many people are talking.

The only words I say to my friends at lunch are to meet me after school at the tree in the school yard which we all immediately agree to do immediately.

We then get out of school after the fifth period. Some people are rushing to get out as if to pretend that this whole day never happened, while others are barely walking at all and are taking their time to get out of their classrooms.

Me and my friends all take time to walk to the tree. They all have the same look in their eyes that I do.

We then get there and none of us can find the bravery to speak. There is such a dead silence in the air that I almost wish I didn't call this meeting and that we just could pretend that this day never happened, and that Mr. Smith would come back tomorrow with another one of his jokes. But I knew that it wouldn't happen. Mr. Smith was dead and he is never coming back. I wish I would have stayed home today; with the way I am with my dreams lately my parents would gladly let me do it.

Fritz finds the bravery to speak first "What happened today?" Fritz said what was on everybody's mind. How does something like this happen? Things like this shouldn't happen to people my age.

"We all know what happened, we heard it with our own ears." Gabrail says in a shell-shocked voice as if wishing what he said wasn't true.

"I can't believe he's gone" I say, barely able to contain the tears in my eyes.

"Ya he was so filled with life. It is hard to believe that someone like that would ever die, let alone die to murder." Susie says.

"But who could have done something like this?" Jeremy says asking the question that was on everybody's mind but no one wanted to say out loud.

Jeremy then continues "I just don't know who could be so brutal and could-"

"I know who did it" I say, cutting off Jeremy and shocking everyone in the group. All my friend's eyes are on me and they are filled with disbelief, not being able to take in the words I said.

"What do you mean you know who did it!" Shouts Gabrial breaking the silence. My face shifts to panic as I desperately move my head frantically to see if anyone heard us. If someone did, I wouldn't know what to say. It's not exactly easy to say that you know who killed your 12th grade high school teacher because of a dream you had about a killer animatronic with a body inside it that belonged to a crazy person. We would be the laughing stock of the school once the shock died down, and the teachers would hate us and call us disrespectful. We may even get suspended.

"Please don't talk so loudly. Remember the dreams I've been telling you about, well I dreamed about Mr. Smith dying and it was in the same way it happened in real life. The person in my dream was that guy from the pizzeria. William."

"That's crazy how could that be possible! How could a dream possibly have a connection to something like this?!" Gabrial speaks frantically.

"I know it is true. The piece matches the one in my dream. He is back." I say hopping with every fiber of my being that I am wrong. That the nightmare that has corrupted my dream for most of my life is not back.

"How could he possibly be back? We all saw what happened to him!" Susie says.

"They never found the body" I said so quietly that it could barely be heard.

Gabrial's hands are on his head now and he is pacing back and forth around us.

"This can't be happening! This can't be real! There's no way something like this could happen! No human can survive that!"

"I don't think he even is human anymore" I say while looking down at the ground as the image of William haunts me.

Jeremy is sitting on the ground trying not to pass out as Susie is barely able to breath. Fritz is leaning against the tree in deep though with his hands against his eyes. He is remembering what is happening. I just know it, I can even see small tears rolling down his face.

After Fritz composes himself, he takes a deep breath and says "We can meet at the library tomorrow. There may be some records there that can tell us about Freddys and maybe we can learn something."

We all agree to this plan and we all walk our own ways to get to our parents. I see my parents looking for me because I know I have been talking to my friends for too long. I take a deep breath and I walk towards them.

I have a long day tomorrow to look forward to.


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She is walking towards the car. Her parents are standing there looking worried. They look as if they are talking to her but after they are done, they hug her and they get in the car. I clung my fist in anger. The ones that got away! I will make sure to correct my mistakes soon enough.

The blood of that stupid teacher still stains my suit. No, not my suit, my body!

I move back deeper into the bush I am hiding in. I am glad that this school is located near a forest. It is a perfect hiding place.

This school has many potential targets but they are not my type. They are too old. Once I am done correcting my mistakes, I will move onto the targets that are just perfect for me.

Good luck Cassidy, you may have escaped me on your birthday but there is just one thing.

I always come back


Author's Notes:

He's back! What will happen next?