Snow Day

Must ax you a question: Why is everyone dying? POV: Clar

I didn't want to be trapped in a closet waiting for a physcopath to kill me. I was sitting there, crammed in a closet with Courtney, MB and Anna. Great. I hadn't seen Hank, Leah, or the others since we found McKinnons dead body in the kitchen.

"Ok, we need to get out of here," said Courtney, "Look around for something to break down the door with. We stood up and shuffled around the small cabinet until my hand brushed something. Something sharp. " Guys I think I found something" I said. "Here I found a few flashlights." said Anna, as she handed me one. She then gave one to Courtney and MB. " Sorry," mumbled MB as she dropped hers on the floor. "MB, don't say sorry," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

I turned on the light and shone it on the object. The light glinted on the metal blade of a... an ax. "Guys, why would Jane have an ax in her closet," I quietly whispered. "I don't know, but this just got a whole lot scarier," said Anna, her face as white as a white sheet. (Not all sheets are white people! SHEET DISCRIMINATION!)

I lifted the axe and brought it to the door. Was that...Cheryl dust on the ace handle? It was almost like... "So you ready?" asked Courtney, jarring me out of my thoughts. "Yah, here goes nothing,". I lifted the axe and hit the door with it. The door fell to pieces instantly, and we cautiously walked out.

"Jane, ...I'm, dy-dying,". We ran around the corner and stopped short when we saw Jane holding Leah's dead body. She looked blue like she had just been locked in the fridge...NO! Poor Leah freezes to death in the fridge. Whoever has been doing this is not messing around. Two people have died now, McKinnon and now Leah.

I run into the bathroom and splash my face with water, trying to make myself wake up. This can not be happening. CREAK. As I look up at the mirror, a shadow darts into the bathroom and shuts the door. A small cheeto covered hand covers my mouth as the figure bangs my head into the wall. The last thing I see before I black out is the axe I used to cut down the door as it charges at my head.

Great, now whenever somebody goes to the bathroom they will think, "Oh yeah, that is where that one hurled was murdered. What was her name? Oh yah, Courtney!" Because you know, Claire and Courtney look and sound so much alike. So goodbye world. Have fun forever having my name Courtney/Claire. I'm out. *drops nonexistent mic*