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Disclaimer: I don't own Clock Tower…yet.

Chapter One

Field Trip

The Barrows Mansion. The scene of the infamous Clock Tower murders. Seven years ago, four orphans were lured there and three of them wound up dead-murdered, actually. A year after that, the lone survivor-a girl named Jennifer Simpson-as well as a bunch of other people, were killed in a castle in England.

I've read some articles about those events. According to Jennifer, her friends were murdered by a monster called the Scissorman who never seemed to die-she claimed he was immortal. A lot of people seemed to think she was crazy-that she just got scared and imagined everything…

But I kind of believe her story.

Before I go any further, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Katie Williams. I am sixteen years old, with long, wavy brown hair and gray eyes. I'm currently on one of those big yellow school buses, on my way to the site of a field trip. Since this is a school project-for Myths and Legends class-each students is required to take notes. I love writing, and am using mine as more of a journal.

In case you haven't read my last entry, our teacher, Ms. Trevor, has decided that the Barrows Mansion is the perfect place for a field trip, and somehow got us permission to go there to learn about the legend of Scissorman-now I'm convinced, the school staff really does want to kill us. Anyway, very few students signed up to go-you'd think more people would want to go to a famous murder site-and I'm still not sure why I was one of them. It was almost like some invisible force made me pick up the pen and sign my name.

It's too late to turn back now, though, so I guess there's no use worrying about it too much. I think I'll write down the few other people that are on this bus with me, just so no one gets confused:

Ms. Trevor-The Myths and Legends teacher. She has shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes. For some reason, she really doesn't seem to like me. Of course, I really don't like her too much, either.

Natasha Wilks-Another person I really don't like. She has short, bleach-blond hair, blue eyes, and a perfect figure. She's one of those snobby girls who picks on the shy kids who keep to themselves-mainly…me.

Sherry Orosco-A quiet girl with long, golden hair who spends all her time writing, like me. I'm not sure what color her eyes are, since she never really looks anyone in the face. I don't have any problem with her.

Chris Patton-Natasha's boyfriend, and as conceited as she is. He has brown hair, and I don't really give a damn what color his eyes are. He used to be an okay guy, but then his family got rich and he started being really mean to poor kids like me.

Alyssa Hamilton-I don't know her too well since she's a few grades below me, but she seems nice enough. She has short, straight, golden-blond hair and blue eyes. She also seems kind of freaked out about our destination, but at the same time, there's this determined look on her face. I wish I knew more about her, other than the fact that she just transferred here from England.

Rosalyn Johansen-We're friends, but she tends to act stuck-up sometimes. She has dark brown skin and eyes, and long black hair. Her parents are doctors, and they are very rich.

The bus just stopped. That can only mean one thing…Actually, it can only mean two things. One, we have arrived, or two, an army of evil bananas bent on world domination are attacking the bus.

Okay, I just looked out the window. There aren't any bananas in sight, but I did see this big, really creepy looking house. I can tell from the pictures in the articles I read that it is the Barrows Mansion.

We're getting off the bus now. It's cold and foggy out. I hope it's warmer inside the mansion. I also hope there isn't an evil monster in there waiting to kill us all. Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind too much if it got some of them.

Anyway, it's getting hard to write standing up, so I'm gonna go now. Hope I'm still alive to write more later!

Okay, sorry if it's too short, but I don't have a lot of time. This is one of those timed library computers, you know. Please review, and I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.