Pt 2 CAUTION Do not read this if you are scared of horror or DEATH
(sorry to any littler kids who are reading this)
I wounded if I should open the door and go in the room, I looked around to check that no one was about. The coast was clear. I started to walk towards the door and as I approached the door, there was a bashing noise coming from the hallway behind me. I swished around faster than the speed of light, and to my surprise, there was nothing. I wounded if someone was hiding somewhere so I ran over to the corner of the steamy room and hid behind the gigantic bin. I heard footsteps somewhere in the distance. They echoed down the long passage way and i was scared to death to know who was coming down here at this time of night. Well I suppose that I shouldn't be down here at this time of night either, but otherwise I would be getting called chicken for the rest of the school year and I already got humiliated by Amanda, Alice and Emily embarrassing me and giving me stupid dares to do so I wont get called some stupid name like duck poop or something. Anyway, back to the story. I listen again but the footsteps had stopped and it didn't sound like anyone was about so I slowly creeped out of behind the bin and waited just in case there was any more noise. There wasn't, so I tiptoed to the door, and pushed it open. Your probably wondering why I did this, but I actually have no idea why it was kind of a dum thing to do, you will see why in just a sec. When the door was fully open, I walked in and what I saw was HORRIFYING. Kids bodies hung up all in a rack above me dripping dark red puddles of blood on to the floor. It stunk so bad that I couldn't bare it any more. I screamed so loud the whole universe could have heard me. I was shook en bye the sight of the bodies and wondering who did it. But I had and idea of who. It was Mr. Sour the school principal. No wonder kids have been missing and getting lost. And I hope I wasn't the next one to be sliced!!
I wounded if I should open the door and go in the room, I looked around to check that no one was about. The coast was clear. I started to walk towards the door and as I approached the door, there was a bashing noise coming from the hallway behind me. I swished around faster than the speed of light, and to my surprise, there was nothing. I wounded if someone was hiding somewhere so I ran over to the corner of the steamy room and hid behind the gigantic bin. I heard footsteps somewhere in the distance. They echoed down the long passage way and i was scared to death to know who was coming down here at this time of night. Well I suppose that I shouldn't be down here at this time of night either, but otherwise I would be getting called chicken for the rest of the school year and I already got humiliated by Amanda, Alice and Emily embarrassing me and giving me stupid dares to do so I wont get called some stupid name like duck poop or something. Anyway, back to the story. I listen again but the footsteps had stopped and it didn't sound like anyone was about so I slowly creeped out of behind the bin and waited just in case there was any more noise. There wasn't, so I tiptoed to the door, and pushed it open. Your probably wondering why I did this, but I actually have no idea why it was kind of a dum thing to do, you will see why in just a sec. When the door was fully open, I walked in and what I saw was HORRIFYING. Kids bodies hung up all in a rack above me dripping dark red puddles of blood on to the floor. It stunk so bad that I couldn't bare it any more. I screamed so loud the whole universe could have heard me. I was shook en bye the sight of the bodies and wondering who did it. But I had and idea of who. It was Mr. Sour the school principal. No wonder kids have been missing and getting lost. And I hope I wasn't the next one to be sliced!!
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