CLOCK TOWER: THE FIRST FEAR

PROLOGUE

The flashing of police lights and the sirens of ambulances filled the air of the large, thick woods of England. Inside the woods lay both tragedy and horror. The large, dark mansion with the tall, hollow clock tower used to be so full of life. Now, it felt empty and cold.

Standing in front of this large, dark house was a young girl, with long raven hair and pale skin. Her dark locks and blue dress were drenched in the rain that had fallen previously the night before. She was sitting on the steps, her knees up to her chin. Her deep brown eyes that used to be so large and innocent were now as dull and lifeless as the house itself. Thick black smeared lines ran down her cheeks, her makeup mixed in with her tears. She was mumbling to herself, flustered incoherent sentences were running out past her lips like a rushing stream. She was a mad woman.

Authorities searched and tore the mansion apart for the fresh bodies. They were able to identify the found corpses: three teen girls, a middle aged woman, a horrifically disfigured young child, possibly around the age of eight, and a rotting skeleton in a lab coat, which was hidden behind a secret dungeon. The bodies were identified as Laura Harrington, Anne Lockheart, Lotte Richards, Mary Barrows, Bobby Barrows, and Dr Watson Simpson, who had been missing for twelve years.

The girl on the steps, Jennifer Simpson, screamed and cried to investigators as she was wheeled away into the ambulance on a stretcher, "Scissorman! Scissorman! He's in the clock tower! I KILLED HIM IN THE CLOCK TOWER!"

When the clock tower was searched, all that was found was the body of Bobby Barrows, gruesomely mutilated and torn apart by the large gears. The large, blood covered garden shears the murderer had used weren't in the small, shallow room of turning gears clanking together. The closest piece of evidence they found at the scene was a small, dark, stone idol shaped as a skull.

The Demon Idol.

Outside the mansion, news vans and reporters were swarming the grounds, trying to cash in on the attention of the horrific events that have happened only one night ago. Some brave reporters had even tried to put a microphone up to the screaming Jennifer, bombarding her with question after question, even as she was loaded up into the ambulance.

Jennifer Simpson and her friends were taken out of their home, The Granite Orphanage; wanted as adopted daughters for the Barrows family name.

It happened in September.