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Jimmy, Nick, Cindy, Sheen, Carl, Bolbi, Libby, and Betty went out into the hallway. They started walking down the hallway when they heard a door slam. They all turned around and saw the killer standing there. Nobody moved.
After a few seconds Nick realized something. "This never happens in horror movies," he whispered. "It's a decoy!" he shouted. Everyone turned around and saw a figure running off. Bolbiwas lyingin a pool of blood.
"Alright, enough is enough! Let's get the hell out of here! We'll break the windows or something!" Jimmy shouted.
"He's right, move it!" Nick shouted as the seven remaining kids ran to the front door. They stood back as Nick, Cindy, and Jimmy stared at each other. They nodded and ran at the door.
"Aghh, damn it!" they all shouted. They had bounced right off the door. Sheen took the flashlight and shined it at the door. It was covered with a steel plate.
"Come on!" Nick angrily yelled.
"The windows in the classroom!" Libby yelled. They ran into the nearest classroom and looked at the windows. They were covered with iron bars.
"God, he's fast," Betty said.
"Nobody could have done all of this so fast. He'd need help," Nick thought out loud. He closed his eyes and concentrated. After a second he spun around and pointed at Jimmy. "Or have some inventions to do all of this!"
"Hey, Jimmy's not the killer! He would never do this!" Cindy defensively told Nick.
"Yeah, why in the world would I do all of this? And thanks," Jimmy said while kissing her cheek.
Suddenly Libby's phone rang. Cindy pulled it out of her pocket, but Jimmy grabbed it. "What do you want?"
"Seven little monkeys jumping on a bed, one had a knife fall through his head," was all the killer said before he hung up. Nick jumped and pushed Jimmy out of the way. A knife fell from the ceiling right where Jimmy's head had been.
"Thanks," Jimmy said as they all started running down the hallway. "Still think I'm the killer?"
The seven kids followed Nick into the kitchen. Nick feverishly opened drawers and began searching through them. "Yes!" he shouted as he revealed a drawer full of knives. "Everybody take one," he instructed.
"But I thought you said one of us could be the killer," Cindy reminded him.
"Well, that's possible. But don't you think it's safer if we arm ourselves?" Nick asked.
"Well, I don't think it's a good idea to give a killer a knife," Libby agreed.
"Alright, we vote. Who wants knives?" Nick asked. He, Jimmy, and Sheen raised their hands. "Who doesn't?" The three girls and Carl raised their hands.
"Carl!" Jimmy shouted.
"What? I don't like knives," he timidly told everyone.
"Fine, no knives," Nick angrily muttered as he closed the door.
Several minutes later they were walking through the halls. All of a sudden the flashlight went dead. "Everybody stay together!" Nick shouted.
The killer crawled through the ceiling and cut a little hole in one tile. He looked down and saw the seven kids huddled below, slowly moving down the hallway. He pulled out a knife and dropped it.
"Ok, so we-," was all Nick had time to say before the knife fell through his head.
