A/N: Hey! So sorry about the long wait! I just started school on the 30th, and I also have a job. That's part of what's been holding me back. I also realized I haven't updated it since April. I was on Writer's Block, and had to restore my computer in June, so I lost everything. Hopefully I'll be able to update more often. Well, here's Chapter 7.

Chapter 7

I was having the oddest dream ever. Chucky was in my bed, with a knife hovering over me, yelling out some weird words I've never heard before. He was cursing me out and threatening me, but I realized this wasn't a dream. This was really happening. A doll that Woody found was about to take my life. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't screaming, but I was just holding still, hoping that Chucky thought I wasn't scared of him, and put the knife down. But he didn't. He was still waving the thing around like it was a little boy's toy. I finally pulled the knife out of his hand, wondering what to do with it. Getting scared, I just threw it out the porthole. I know I just made the biggest mistake. Chucky threw me off of my bed, and jumped on top of me. I groaned in pain, and grabbed his arm from behind me and chucked him across my room. I got up and I didn't see him. It was bad enough that I was already late for class. I told myself I would just deal with him later. So I left the room.

I walked in the music room, everyone staring at me. I just took my seat, and ignored them. I didn't want everyone to know I was late because I just fought a doll. That would be bad for me and my reputation. With the little reputation that I do have. Getting distracted, I didn't realize someone was calling my name.

"Hey, Cody. Cody?" Woody waved his arm in my face.

"Huh? What?" I shouted. Everyone turned around and looked at me. "What happened?" I asked.

"You spaced out." Woody responded.

"Oh."

"So, about that song?" Woody asked.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Are you gonna finish it?"

'No."

"Why not?"

"It's too inappropriate."

"So? Who cares?"

"I do!" Everyone turned around again. "Seriously, people! Mind your own business!" I yelled.

"Come on? Just finish it!" Woody yelled. Now everyone looked at him.

"Yeah, Cody. Just finish it so he'll stop talking! It's ticking me off!" Someone called out.

"Hell no." I whispered.

At the end of class, Woody followed me out of the classroom, STILL bugging me. I was pissed at this point. No, pissed wasn't the word. More like infuriated, exasperated, enraged, set off, or horrified...that song reminded me of Chucky. I could just see him handcuffing me to my bed, with a chainsaw in his plastic hands, threatening me if I didn't finish it. Actually that's what it was about this morning. He just wouldn't let me. Asshole. And then I come to class where Woody and everyone else is begging me. I swear. It feels like someone is out to get me. That was until I saw a dark blue jumper suit laying on the floor, across the hall. That reminded me of another horror movie I used to watch with Zack. What was that movie? Oh, it was Halloween. That jumper looked exactly like the one Michael Myers wore in the movie. I wasn't about to get myself tangled into another one of those serial killers string of murders. Nope, it won't be me. No matter how much I don't want to believe in Michael Myers, a well-alive Chucky almost slit my throat. I didn't want to scare myself as much as I did before. I just headed back to my cabin. Well, started to...

"Hey, Cody. What was with that back in class?" Zack walked up behind me.

"Nothing." I answered him, and unlocked my door. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"No really what?" I had my back turned to him for a minute, his hand still on my shoulder. I turned around and faced him.

"It's crazy..." I started to say.

"Oh!" Zack laughed. "I know all about crazy. Just tell me."

"You won't believe me." I said and sighed.

"Of course I will. Just tell me."

"Chucky."

"Yeah?"

"It's stupid." I said. I walked in my room before he could say anything else, and I slammed the door in his face. Just a second later he was banging on my door, begging me to come in. I finally did open the door.

"Seriously? Just tell me what happened!" Zack yelled, and walked right in. I didn't answer him but I started walking around the room.

"What are you doing?" He gave me a confused look.

"Looking." I said, and continued to walk around the room, scoping for it.

"Looking for what?" He asked.

"Chucky." Zack frowned and crossed his arms.

"Oh, so that's what this is about! You're still looking for that damned doll!" He shouted. A little too loud.

"Oh no. I found him!" I yelled back. "He attacked me earlier." Zack was laughing.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me! Just get out of my room!"

"Yeah, but dolls don't attack people! You ARE crazy!"

"I am, but it doesn't mean it DIDN'T happen! I can't believe I ever talk to you." I said, and started pushing him out. Zack just opened his mouth wide. I started to attack him with words, until I realized he wasn't looking at me. I looked behind me, and there he was. Chucky came out of the bathroom with a knife in his hands. The SAME knife I threw out the porthole earlier!

"OH MY GOD." Was all Zack said before he ran for the hills. I quickly walked out the door and slammed it. The jumper wasn't there anymore. Chucky wasn't the only killer on deck. I have to tell someone.