Journal of Tessa

Chapter 1 - The band teacher's glowing eyes

I can't believe it finally happened... truly I never really thought it would happen, just joked about it a lot with my friends. But what I write now is true, it's just like in the videogames... but worse... this is real life...

March 23

We were all just sitting in our chairs, talking amongst ourselves, waiting for our band teacher to come in and start class. I looked over at the clock, a little happy to see that he was 13 minutes late, but it also made me uneasy for some reason.

I blew air though my flute, playing one of our band songs when I heard the door open. Everyone kept on talking but I put my flute down and waited for him to come out from behind the instrument storage shelves and up to the podium to start class. Some stopped talking to look at him as he emerged from behind the shelves, and I almost screamed... almost.

It was our band teacher, Mr. Chambers, but he looked different... and smelled different... His eyes were glowing red; flesh... was hanging off his face. He was covered in blood and you could see parts of his skull though his head, and his chest was ripped wide open, showing a broken rib cage with no heart... he stared right at me... in till the oboe player sitting next to me screamed...

Our band teacher pounced on her with a groan. My eyes grew wide, and I sat there dumbfounded as I stared at them, my teacher eating my friend, her blood dotted my face as he ripped her stomach open. Then reality hit me in the face.

People were screaming, hugging onto friends, blood all around us, the smell of blood and flesh filling the room. I raised my flute - my only weapon of defense - and I started to beat my teacher in the head with it. Rage filled my eyes and I started to hit his head harder, his blood spattering my hoodie (of course I had to wear my white band hoodie today) and his skull cracked open. I took my piccolo from its position from my stand and started to repeatedly stab him in his brain once it was visible.

Once his body fell limp to the ground, I looked at my once interments. My flute was bent, and they were both covered in blood. I turned to the class behind me. Some of their eyes were wide open; some were crying their faces off. I looked over at my friend Addylen, her eyes were wide, her knuckles clutching her flute tight.

I looked at her, then the door, then back at her...

And I ran...