Chapter 3
Claire settled down in her seat as her plane to Prague took off. The flight would be a long one but she knew the wait would help calm her nerves. Many people hated flying, but Claire loved it. There was just something about it that made her feel happy and serine. She leaned back closing her eyes drifting into a deep sleep.
A few hours later the plane hit some turbulence waking her up. She looked around and noticed all of the passengers were gone.
"Did the plane land already?" she muttered, to herself.
She slowly unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. She left the first class area to find a stewardess. Everyone was gone, all the passengers and the stewardesses. She turned back around and walked to the front of the plane. She knocked on the cockpit door.
"Hello?" she said, slowly opening the door.
She looked around in horror as she seen the pilot and co-pilot stabbed to death. She looked out the windshield that was splattered with blood.
"Oh God, the plane didn't land! We're still flying!" she looked at the controls. "What the fuck happened?!"
She froze as the gut-retching noise echoed through the plane. KA CHING KA CHING KA CHING KA CHING KA CHING
She turned around and saw Scissorman coming towards her, opening and closing his giant scissors.
"No! It can't be!" she screamed, as he drew nearer.
She quickly slammed and locked the cockpit door backing away from it. She looked at the bodies of the pilots. Their intestines were hanging out and blood was splattered everywhere. She gaged then vomited as Scissorman shoved the giant blades through the door.
"Oh God!" she screamed.
With one finally jab through the door, Scissorman was in. Claire knelt on the floor as he stood over her. She looked at him in horror as he opened the giant scissors. KA CHING
"Ms. Robertson? Ms. Robertson?"
"Huh?" Claire woke up startled.
"Ms. Robertson, I believe you were having a nightmare. Are you alright?" The stewardess asked.
Claire looked around to see all the passengers staring at her.
"I was dreaming again." she muttered.
"Ms. Robertson, are you going to be ok?" The stewardess asked giving her her dinner.
"I'll be fine." she made an uneasy smile as she put down the tray table and began to eat her dinner.
After she finished her meal she walked back to the restroom. She closed and locked the door. She pulled out her tap recorder then looked in the mirror. She pushed her long brown hair back into a ponytail.
"I had a dream again. Some how Scissorman has gotten into my mind once again. I'm afraid going back to where it all happened may make things worse, but maybe........ just maybe I'm suppose to go back. Maybe that's why the dreams are coming back. I'm suppose to get the truth out. But I can only wonder if he is alive, if he is planning on coming back. I'm scared, I won't deny it. I'm absolutely petrified about going back, but I have too." she said, recording her thoughts as she stared into the mirror.
Within the next hour the plane landed in Prague. Claire carried her briefcase and suitcase to the front of the airport. She sighed and gently placed her suitcase on the ground as a man approached her.
"Ms. Robertson? Ms. Claire Robertson?" The man asked her.
"Yes?" she looked at him raising one eye-brow.
"I'm Professor James Burton. You called last week about you coming out." The man said, picking up her suitcase.
"Oh yes, sorry I forgot I had contacted the university." she said, as they walked to Burton's car.
"I was quite surprised that you called. I had heard you weren't so fond of Prague." Burton said, opening the trunk.
"Oh no, I think Prague is very beautiful. It's more of what happened to me here that's the problem." she said, getting into the car.
"That's right. You're one of the survivors." Burton said, starting the engine.
"Survivors?"
"Yes, one of the Clock Tower survivors. Or did those blasted government psychologists brainwash you into thinking nothing ever happened?" Burton asked, scratching his black beard.
"You know about the Clock Tower incident?" Claire looked at him, as they drove away from the airport.
"Yes, I've been studying the Clock Tower murders since they first began in 1995. I did a bit of counseling for some of the survivors as well." Burton said.
"Really? Well it seems calling the university was a good idea." Claire smiled.
"Why is that?"
"Because I just so happen to be here because of Scissorman. I want to reveal the truth of what really happened. I want people to know that Scissorman existed, so those of us that survived his terror won't look like complete psychos anymore. I want to write a book about what happened between 1995 and now." Claire said, strongly.
"You're taking a big risk. It's believed that anytime some one starts snooping around in the Clock Tower case, Scissorman returns. Also if the government finds out what you're doing, you can expect that they will throw you into the psychiatric ward." Burton said. "But, lucky for you that I'm also interested in bringing up the truth about the Clock Tower case. I know a lot about the case, and I am friends with many of the survivors. I can help if you want me too."
Claire smiled, "Yes, that would be perfect."
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Claire settled down in her seat as her plane to Prague took off. The flight would be a long one but she knew the wait would help calm her nerves. Many people hated flying, but Claire loved it. There was just something about it that made her feel happy and serine. She leaned back closing her eyes drifting into a deep sleep.
A few hours later the plane hit some turbulence waking her up. She looked around and noticed all of the passengers were gone.
"Did the plane land already?" she muttered, to herself.
She slowly unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. She left the first class area to find a stewardess. Everyone was gone, all the passengers and the stewardesses. She turned back around and walked to the front of the plane. She knocked on the cockpit door.
"Hello?" she said, slowly opening the door.
She looked around in horror as she seen the pilot and co-pilot stabbed to death. She looked out the windshield that was splattered with blood.
"Oh God, the plane didn't land! We're still flying!" she looked at the controls. "What the fuck happened?!"
She froze as the gut-retching noise echoed through the plane. KA CHING KA CHING KA CHING KA CHING KA CHING
She turned around and saw Scissorman coming towards her, opening and closing his giant scissors.
"No! It can't be!" she screamed, as he drew nearer.
She quickly slammed and locked the cockpit door backing away from it. She looked at the bodies of the pilots. Their intestines were hanging out and blood was splattered everywhere. She gaged then vomited as Scissorman shoved the giant blades through the door.
"Oh God!" she screamed.
With one finally jab through the door, Scissorman was in. Claire knelt on the floor as he stood over her. She looked at him in horror as he opened the giant scissors. KA CHING
"Ms. Robertson? Ms. Robertson?"
"Huh?" Claire woke up startled.
"Ms. Robertson, I believe you were having a nightmare. Are you alright?" The stewardess asked.
Claire looked around to see all the passengers staring at her.
"I was dreaming again." she muttered.
"Ms. Robertson, are you going to be ok?" The stewardess asked giving her her dinner.
"I'll be fine." she made an uneasy smile as she put down the tray table and began to eat her dinner.
After she finished her meal she walked back to the restroom. She closed and locked the door. She pulled out her tap recorder then looked in the mirror. She pushed her long brown hair back into a ponytail.
"I had a dream again. Some how Scissorman has gotten into my mind once again. I'm afraid going back to where it all happened may make things worse, but maybe........ just maybe I'm suppose to go back. Maybe that's why the dreams are coming back. I'm suppose to get the truth out. But I can only wonder if he is alive, if he is planning on coming back. I'm scared, I won't deny it. I'm absolutely petrified about going back, but I have too." she said, recording her thoughts as she stared into the mirror.
Within the next hour the plane landed in Prague. Claire carried her briefcase and suitcase to the front of the airport. She sighed and gently placed her suitcase on the ground as a man approached her.
"Ms. Robertson? Ms. Claire Robertson?" The man asked her.
"Yes?" she looked at him raising one eye-brow.
"I'm Professor James Burton. You called last week about you coming out." The man said, picking up her suitcase.
"Oh yes, sorry I forgot I had contacted the university." she said, as they walked to Burton's car.
"I was quite surprised that you called. I had heard you weren't so fond of Prague." Burton said, opening the trunk.
"Oh no, I think Prague is very beautiful. It's more of what happened to me here that's the problem." she said, getting into the car.
"That's right. You're one of the survivors." Burton said, starting the engine.
"Survivors?"
"Yes, one of the Clock Tower survivors. Or did those blasted government psychologists brainwash you into thinking nothing ever happened?" Burton asked, scratching his black beard.
"You know about the Clock Tower incident?" Claire looked at him, as they drove away from the airport.
"Yes, I've been studying the Clock Tower murders since they first began in 1995. I did a bit of counseling for some of the survivors as well." Burton said.
"Really? Well it seems calling the university was a good idea." Claire smiled.
"Why is that?"
"Because I just so happen to be here because of Scissorman. I want to reveal the truth of what really happened. I want people to know that Scissorman existed, so those of us that survived his terror won't look like complete psychos anymore. I want to write a book about what happened between 1995 and now." Claire said, strongly.
"You're taking a big risk. It's believed that anytime some one starts snooping around in the Clock Tower case, Scissorman returns. Also if the government finds out what you're doing, you can expect that they will throw you into the psychiatric ward." Burton said. "But, lucky for you that I'm also interested in bringing up the truth about the Clock Tower case. I know a lot about the case, and I am friends with many of the survivors. I can help if you want me too."
Claire smiled, "Yes, that would be perfect."
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