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Happy Death Night 💤

(Sam's POV)

April 16th: night, Mis. Soma
(3:45 p.m.)
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Mid day and I have to take care of this bitch. Honestly I would have rather been at Emma's place taking care of her. If I didn't have to take care of Mis. Soma and her shitty ass excuse for being a nurse.

Everyone here at this shitty school is an irritation to me.

The second time I joined a school. I beat up a kid, and kill a nurse, how fixing.

All I can do now is wait behind the school for Mis. Soma to come out. Hopefully I'm not too late and she hasn't made the call. I can't risk going inside since one of the principals or Janitor's comes out and sees me.

Honestly, I shouldn't have come to school in the first place. If one of the teachers dies while I'm currently attending it. I'm sure they'll have no trouble suspecting me for it.
If it weren't for my stupidity playing I would have solved this a different way.

But something's not right with me.
I'm not sure why, but I've been getting thoughts about my dad. Things I seemed to forget as a kid are starting to come back ever since I saw Emma.

Something wasn't right about that night. Like I've seen it before. It keeps repeating itself over and over again.

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Mis. Some comes out walking from the school, heading to a red, mini, car. I quickly run behind her from my hiding place, and to one of the nearby cars next to Mis. Some car.

(Switching POV because I hate writing first person view)

Mis. Soma seemed to be having some trouble and couldn't get the car ready. Mis. Soma gets out of the car to make sure the front engine was working. Everything seemed to be working in place and she couldn't see if anything was bad.

While Mis. Soma wasn't looking, Sam had snuck into the back seat of the driver side so Mis. Soma wouldn't see him. Slowly closing the door behind him, so Mis. Soma wouldn't hear it after Sam had gotten in. Mis. Soma standing at the other side of the car not realizing what had happened slowly moved back to the driver side to get in again and try the engine one last time before she decided to go get help.

Mis. Soma felt something was wrong like there was something sinister watching her. Mis. Soma began to freak once she got back into the car. The sinister presence seemed to get closer. She decided to try turning the car back on, but this time the car was making a strange noise.

A couple more tries and the car finally started to work again. Mis. Soma felt relieved about it, but she still felt the sinister presence.

The entire ride back to her home felt like hell to her. The presence was driving her crazy and the more she got closer to her house the more the feeling of fear grew bigger within her. She didn't know if it was stress, or worry, but she could feel nothing but fear at the moment. The sooner she got back to her house she believed she would get better.

As Mis. Soma turns into the drive way of her garage door. The presence seemed to go away like it wasn't there in the first place. Mis. Soma wasn't sure but she felt like she had felt that sinister presence somewhere else before, she couldn't quite remember where she had felt the feeling but she knew she didn't want to stay in that car any longer. The presence felt so strong when she had gotten into that car and the more she stayed in it the more she wanted to throw up.

Mis. Soma quickly got out of the car, running to the front door as if something was chasing her. Even if something was chasing her, she didn't want to look back at it in fear of something killing her. Like monster kids tend to have when their imaginations start to grow wild in the dark. In fear that something might happen she didn't want to look back.