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The rain pounded on the roof and the children huddled together in the corner of the classroom. Lightning struck and another child was missing.

It had been going on for the last hour. The lightning would strike, followed by an ear-splitting scream, then someone was missing and their blood painted the floor.

From a class of twenty-seven children, only five were left. That didn’t mean the murderer was going to stop though. He was just waiting for the next round of lightning.

“Do you think the teachers ok?” Asked Kirra nervously.
“She has been gone for over an hour,” Johnathon stated.
“Who cares about the teacher? Are we going to be ok?” Michelle yelled.
“There’s only five of us left, do you think now we should leave the classroom?” Felicity asked.
“The teacher said she’d be back with help and that it’s safest here,” Michael said trying to sound certain.
“Don’t you think the teacher would be back by now if it was safest here? Do you think she would’ve gone for help if it was safest here? And why did she say it was safest here? People didn’t start disappearing until after she left!” Felicity yelled at Michael.
“Felicity does have a point,” Kirra agreed.
“But why would the teacher lie to us?” Michelle asked.
“I don’t know!” Felicity exclaimed.
“She’s probably dead,” Michael said to himself, but everyone heard him.
“What!” Kirra screamed, “if the teacher’s dead than what hope do we have?”
“A lot!” Michelle exclaimed happily, “one of us always goes when lightning strikes right?” She asked as she looked out the window.
“Yeah?” Felicity said as she walked over to look out the window as well.
“The storms stopping!” Kirra yelled with glee.
“But for how long?” Johnathon asked.
“Oh god!” Felicity gasped.
“What?” Michael asked.
Felicity pointed out the window, “see that in the distance? It’s rain and it’s coming closer!”
“So the storms coming back and we’re all going to die?” Johnathon asked, already knowing the answer.
“We need to get out of here,” Kirra said in a soft scared voice. “Before the storm hits.”
“What makes you think the murderers gonna wait for the storm?” Felicity asked.
“Felicity’s right, there’s only five of us left,” Michael stated.
“So, we’re all gonna die at any time the murderer sees fit?” Michelle asked.
“Does anyone else here that?” Johnathon asked.

The children listen closely. They could here a faint voice repeating the same thing over and over and over. And each time the voice said it, it got louder and louder and louder.

“You’ll all be dead
In less than an hour
No one can save you now
I’ll cut off your skin
Slice by slice
Just like they do a cow
Then I’ll drain your blood
Into a bucket
And spread it across the floor
You’ll all be dead
You’ll all be dead
Before you can reach the door!”

Another long painful scream broke the silence.

“Where’s Kirra?” Felicity yelled as she felt something squeegee under her shoes.

The floor around Felicity was red with blood. Kirra’s blood.

“Uh… I think… she’s dead…” Michelle stammered.

Lightning struck, a scream sounded and the rain started again. The lights flickered, then the power cut off and to make it worse, Michelle was gone too.

“And then there were three…” Michael said in a low voice.
“Oh no! Please no!” Felicity cried in grief. The voice was starting again.

“Three then two then one at last
Your time has come and gone
First boy then girl then only one
You’ll wish you were never born
I’ll finish the first two so quickly
And they’ll never feel a thing
Then with you I’ll take my time
And I’ll then finish you off with a grin”

“Uh… what does that mean?” Johnathon asked.
“It means that either you or me will die very slowly…” Michael replied.
“And I’ll die quickly no matter what,” Felicity said trying to look at the bright side.
“If the murderers so great, why won’t they let us know who they are?” Johnathon asked.
“Because the murderer’s crazy, not stupid,” Felicity answered.

A low scream sounded.

“Ok… who’s dead?” Felicity asked.
“There wasn’t even lightning that time!” Michael yelled.
“I feel so sorry for you Michael,” Felicity said in a scared voice.
“Why?” Michael asked nervously.
“Cause you’re gonna die slowly.”

There was another scream…

“Felicity? Flick! Oh god no! I’m gonna die… slowly!”

There was a soft creaking sound…

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” Michael yelled at the darkness.
“There there Michael… It’s just me,” the soft voice of a dark shadow replied.
“Miss McRita?” Michael asked.
“Yes Michael.”
“We thought you were dead!”
“Well… I’m more alive than you will be.”

Blood poured across the floor…

They say the murderer still travels from school to school and when the time is right, she kills her class. But no one can ever warn the unsuspecting students. The body’s are never found and no one ever survives…

Description
The rain pounded on the roof and the children huddled together in the corner of the classroom. Lightning struck and another child was missing.

It had been going on for the last hour. The lightning would strike, followed by an ear-splitting scream, then someone was missing and their blood painted the floor.

From a class of twenty-seven children, only five were left. That didn’t mean the murderer was going to stop though. He was just waiting for the next round of lightning.

“Do you think the teachers ok?” Asked Kirra nervously.
“She has been gone for over an hour,” Johnathon stated.
“Who cares about the teacher? Are we going to be ok?” Michelle yelled.
“There’s only five of us left, do you think now we should leave the classroom?” Felicity asked.
“The teacher said she’d be back with help and that it’s safest here,” Michael said trying to sound certain.
“Don’t you think the teacher would be back by now if it was safest here? Do you think she would’ve gone for help if it was safest here? And why did she say it was safest here? People didn’t start disappearing until after she left!” Felicity yelled at Michael.
“Felicity does have a point,” Kirra agreed.
“But why would the teacher lie to us?” Michelle asked.
“I don’t know!” Felicity exclaimed.
“She’s probably dead,” Michael said to himself, but everyone heard him.
“What!” Kirra screamed, “if the teacher’s dead than what hope do we have?”
“A lot!” Michelle exclaimed happily, “one of us always goes when lightning strikes right?” She asked as she looked out the window.
“Yeah?” Felicity said as she walked over to look out the window as well.
“The storms stopping!” Kirra yelled with glee.
“But for how long?” Johnathon asked.
“Oh god!” Felicity gasped.
“What?” Michael asked.
Felicity pointed out the window, “see that in the distance? It’s rain and it’s coming closer!”
“So the storms coming back and we’re all going to die?” Johnathon asked, already knowing the answer.
“We need to get out of here,” Kirra said in a soft scared voice. “Before the storm hits.”
“What makes you think the murderers gonna wait for the storm?” Felicity asked.
“Felicity’s right, there’s only five of us left,” Michael stated.
“So, we’re all gonna die at any time the murderer sees fit?” Michelle asked.
“Does anyone else here that?” Johnathon asked.

The children listen closely. They could here a faint voice repeating the same thing over and over and over. And each time the voice said it, it got louder and louder and louder.

“You’ll all be dead
In less than an hour
No one can save you now
I’ll cut off your skin
Slice by slice
Just like they do a cow
Then I’ll drain your blood
Into a bucket
And spread it across the floor
You’ll all be dead
You’ll all be dead
Before you can reach the door!”

Another long painful scream broke the silence.

“Where’s Kirra?” Felicity yelled as she felt something squeegee under her shoes.

The floor around Felicity was red with blood. Kirra’s blood.

“Uh… I think… she’s dead…” Michelle stammered.

Lightning struck, a scream sounded and the rain started again. The lights flickered, then the power cut off and to make it worse, Michelle was gone too.

“And then there were three…” Michael said in a low voice.
“Oh no! Please no!” Felicity cried in grief. The voice was starting again.

“Three then two then one at last
Your time has come and gone
First boy then girl then only one
You’ll wish you were never born
I’ll finish the first two so quickly
And they’ll never feel a thing
Then with you I’ll take my time
And I’ll then finish you off with a grin”

“Uh… what does that mean?” Johnathon asked.
“It means that either you or me will die very slowly…” Michael replied.
“And I’ll die quickly no matter what,” Felicity said trying to look at the bright side.
“If the murderers so great, why won’t they let us know who they are?” Johnathon asked.
“Because the murderer’s crazy, not stupid,” Felicity answered.

A low scream sounded.

“Ok… who’s dead?” Felicity asked.
“There wasn’t even lightning that time!” Michael yelled.
“I feel so sorry for you Michael,” Felicity said in a scared voice.
“Why?” Michael asked nervously.
“Cause you’re gonna die slowly.”

There was another scream…

“Felicity? Flick! Oh god no! I’m gonna die… slowly!”

There was a soft creaking sound…

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” Michael yelled at the darkness.
“There there Michael… It’s just me,” the soft voice of a dark shadow replied.
“Miss McRita?” Michael asked.
“Yes Michael.”
“We thought you were dead!”
“Well… I’m more alive than you will be.”

Blood poured across the floor…

They say the murderer still travels from school to school and when the time is right, she kills her class. But no one can ever warn the unsuspecting students. The body’s are never found and no one ever survives…