As this story seems to be following the blonde dies first genre either Becca or Steph are next on Harry's rampage list Mwahahahahahar, Mwahahahahahar...
Steph sat in the common room alone...loner! She was flipping through a very interesting book on Anne the half Llama and half girl. Then she heard a creek outside her door, she began to walk barefoot over to it when she saw something terrifying she shrieked jumping onto the couch throwing whatever she could find at it...she felt a chill go down her spine as it still made it's hideous way towards her, she knew this was it she had to finally face her fear, the creatures legs were spindly and hairy and she swore it was smiling at her like a mental patient being let out on parole, she grabbed her magazine and flicked the spider across the room, then she sat down and looked at the fire as a shadow cast over her.
Smack! Harry swung his axe as hard as he could around Steph's head and it rolled into the fire, I know what you're all thinking, why Steph, what did she ever do to deserve this? The answer is nothing, it's the way it goes for all blondes in horrors they die.
Susan sat down on the blood soaked couch laughing evilly, having the darkest colour hair she knew she's die last and if she was lucky she might be able to help Harry, then she got an idea, "Oh Becca sweetie will you come through..." there was no reply, "I have alcohol," there was a slight breeze then Becca was sat next to her, "Where's the drink?" she asked, Susan shrugged, then she used a bottle to smash Becca around the head, "I knew Steph was an alcoholic," she sighed, then Becca and Susan fought to the death, the final blow killed them both and Harry stood over them holding a guitar, now smothered in blood, he ticked them off his list then played his guitar badly.
Steph sat in the common room alone...loner! She was flipping through a very interesting book on Anne the half Llama and half girl. Then she heard a creek outside her door, she began to walk barefoot over to it when she saw something terrifying she shrieked jumping onto the couch throwing whatever she could find at it...she felt a chill go down her spine as it still made it's hideous way towards her, she knew this was it she had to finally face her fear, the creatures legs were spindly and hairy and she swore it was smiling at her like a mental patient being let out on parole, she grabbed her magazine and flicked the spider across the room, then she sat down and looked at the fire as a shadow cast over her.
Smack! Harry swung his axe as hard as he could around Steph's head and it rolled into the fire, I know what you're all thinking, why Steph, what did she ever do to deserve this? The answer is nothing, it's the way it goes for all blondes in horrors they die.
Susan sat down on the blood soaked couch laughing evilly, having the darkest colour hair she knew she's die last and if she was lucky she might be able to help Harry, then she got an idea, "Oh Becca sweetie will you come through..." there was no reply, "I have alcohol," there was a slight breeze then Becca was sat next to her, "Where's the drink?" she asked, Susan shrugged, then she used a bottle to smash Becca around the head, "I knew Steph was an alcoholic," she sighed, then Becca and Susan fought to the death, the final blow killed them both and Harry stood over them holding a guitar, now smothered in blood, he ticked them off his list then played his guitar badly.