Leilah The Scissor Killer- Slenderman's Proxy|Creepypasta|

Scissors

The sky turned dark orange. Leilah can see the moon rising, she needs to be hurried before the school gates closed. Leilah ran towards the building. Unfortunately, every single student had already went home, making the school's atmosphere turned darker. Leilah ran up the stairs... Tap Tap Tap her steps echoed.
When Leilah reached her classroom, she slammed the door open. In the classroom was dark. Leilah switch the lights on, the first thing she saw was...
     'What the?'
On the white board, there was a drawing. A thin circle with an 'X' draw through it. And it was drew in blood. Leilah, however, didn't really care about it. She thought it was just some kids who always came up with some pranks. Leilah grabs her backpack, checking her stuff inside. When she finished Leilah walks into the hallway. But stopped when the sky already turned black. Leilah eyes wide open, she quikly glanced at the school's gate. It was already closed, locking her inside the school... Alone.
While standing in silence, Leilah began to hear noises.
     Tap Tap Tap
Leilah nearly jump out of her skin. She started to panick.
     Tap Tap Tap
The notice began to get louder. Leilah stormed the door opened, hinding herself in a room. She looks around and notice she was in the art room.
    Tap Tap Tap
Leilah knew she won't be safe. Nobody should be in the school, not even herself. If that person outside was a thief, then she needed to find some weapon to protect herself. She searches everywhere in every cupboards but can only find paint and tools for drawing. Then she felt a tug in her guts. Leilah suddenly turned to one of the box on the table. She usually trusted her guts so she went through the box. What she found was a pair of scissors, two long and sharp scissors. At first, Leilah hesitate, she don't know if she could steal stuffs from school. The consequences of stealing is worst.
     Tap Tap Tap
Leilah could hear steps coming closer. She took a deep breath, and let her fingers wrapped around the scissors. When her fingers make contact with those weapons, she felt a weird feeling, like she had felt it before. But now it was stronger. Her heart beat faster, her hands are shaking. Leilah began to sweat.
     Tap Tap Ta- SMASH!
The door behind her busted open. Leilah slowly glanced to the door. An image that she saw was pretty shocking. It's not a thief nor a monster... but somebody she knows. Her substitute teacher. Their eyes met and her teacher's  jaw, dropped.
"Leilah? What the-"
His words got cuted. When Leilah opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a scissor in her hand, stabbed deeply into the man's torso. She stabs him... A chill snaked down her spine and her veins were freezed. The poor man moans, Leilah face turned pale. She pulled the scissor from the man. He collapse on the floor, knocking some tools off the shelf. Leilah stood there, confuse with what just happen. She swear to God, she didn't move any of her limps. Something was controlling her. Leilah manage to regain back her strengths to make herself run away from the coma man. She didn't look behind, she darn't.
The school looks even spookier in the night. The only light she saw was a street light outside the school. Leilah didn't take her backpack with her. But she was careless now. In her hands, two long, sharp, bloody scissors made contact with her. Then again, she felt that weird feeling... that someone was watching her. She thought that it was impossible due to the fact that it was nighttime and the gate was closed. But she couldn't help but turned to see it. Then she saw nothing. Leilah felt like she was a fool. She shook that feeling off and told herself that she won't bother to care anymore. Leilah climes over the fences and ran home. She threw her bloody sweater into the river near the school. Her parent surly would questioned her about this.
That night, her parents nearly cried when they find out that she was locked in the school. They promise not to let her went through that again anymore.
    Leilah laid in her bed, images flash through her mind. She couldn't forget the terrifying looks in her teacher's face. And the feeling of  warm blood on her skin...
Leilah burried her face into a pillow, trying to erase the images away from her head. But couldn't.
     "What have I done ?" Leilah asks herself. Then she started to cry.