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could you?  You just had to do it, didn't you?  You just couldn't follow direction, not one time.  Now they've noticed you.  HE SEES YOU!" 
      "Please...please I'm sorry..."
      "Open your mouth."
      "What?"
      "OPEN.  Hehehehehehohoho..."
      "AAAAA!!"  The cop ran out of the classroom shooting.  Drake went down in a hail of gun fire. 
      Rich ran.  He didn't know what came over him, but he ran for it.  He was beyond terrified.  His legs carried him right down the dark, aged halls of the school with impossible speed.  Suddenly, the terror increased as he realized he was lost in those maze-like hallways.  He stopped and dropped to the floor to catch his breath, covered in cold sweat, heart thundering in his chest. 
      It was a nightmare.  It was like he and his friends had been dropped into one of those nightmare news stories that seemed to be becoming more and more common each day.  He sat there in shock.  An eternity seemed to go by.  Finally, he slowly pulled himself to his feet.  He stepped into one of the classrooms, slipping in the blood covering the floor.  He hit his head hard as he landed on his back, covering him in the blood.  Now he screamed, trying to pull himself up.  He kept slipping in the gore though as the scene in the room registered in his brain.  Now the shock almost robbed him of consciousness.
      The teacher seated at the room’s main desk had blown his brains out.  On the wall behind him was scrawled a message in blood: Don't look in the house .  The room was mostly empty except for one girl seated on the floor in the middle, rocking back and forth.  He didn't recognize her.   
      Rich finally pulled himself to his feet, and almost ran out of the room.  Every nerve in his body wanted out of that room, but he knew he had to check on the girl.  His legs felt as if they weighed a ton as he stepped toward her.  "Hey, are you all..."
      She stood up slowly, deliberately; her dirty, black hair dangling over her pale face and stygian eyes.  There was madness in those eyes, madness and evil which threatened to seep into his soul.  One more thing to push him over the edge….  She came right at him, hands with thick, gray nails stretching toward his face. 
      He half ran/slid back into the hallway.  Rich tried to force himself not to look back, but he did.  The crazy girl was right behind him.  She made no noise, moving sleekly, like an animal stalking its prey.  She moved impossibly fast, getting a hold of his shoulders before he could clear the end of the hall.  Somehow, she managed to pull him back into the hall, turning him around.  Her nails dug into his neck as she whispered something to him.  "Don't look in the house."
      Rich punched her.  He wasn't usually a violent person, but some kind of reflex took over.  When she didn't let go of him he punched her again, and again.  The third hit knocked her out cold.  He didn't want to stick around, but he suddenly felt too dizzy to move on.  He sat against the cool wall, watching her.
      She didn't move.  Didn't bleed right either.  Some kind of thick, black substance was pooling around her head.  He was terrified he'd killed her, but he couldn't bring himself to go any closer to her.  His voice failed him as he tried to call for help.  He couldn't find the strength to stand.  Rich found himself staring at the knuckles on his right hand.  He didn't think he'd broken anything other than skin on his hand, but once it finished swelling up, it was going to hurt like hell.
      The dead teacher stumbled into the hall, half the flesh on his face comically hanging off.  Somehow, pushing through his sheer terror and disbelief, Rich managed to pull himself to his feet and get out of the hall.  His eyes strained as he pushed through the double doors.  He needed to find the officer.  Rich expected to see the aftermath of the chaos from the shooting.
      "Mr. Spoller, what are you doing?"
      Principal