Welcome To My Butcher Shop

After several minutes of thinking, the students looked more confused than they were before. The teacher could not fathom why the students could not understand. After all it was just a simple algebra problem But it wasnt the problem that confused the students, It was the way the white board located directly behind the teacher, suddenly began to turn black.

As the white slowly imbibed in darkness, words as if they were being written in blood spelled out "WELCOME TO MY BUTCHER SHOP" terror consumed their faces. The lights went out leaving them in darkness. While some students began to scream, others struggled to get out of their seats, but to no avail. The lights flickered back on, but instead of a bright yellow the room was illuminated red, and the classroom was replaced with what seemed like a dark kitchen Blood stained the walls and tables, a blood-wrenched scent took the place of what was once lavender, Knives hung from the ceiling and walls, some still coated with blood. A loud bang sliced through their screams shutting them up.

The color drained from their faces as they spotted fingers toes and other disgusting features lying on the ground, and what now replaced the message, it was a poem a poem that would now determine their fate........Death.

He lived on the east side of town,

Anger filled his evil frown.

20 years he worked the shop,

Mastered threats and the chop.

He worked best during heavy fog,

Searched for victims that would jog.

Threw them into his van,

To cause sorrow was his plan.

He made sure to chop each limb,

But first he'd tear off all their skin.

When they yelled, "oh please, oh stop",

He'd smile and say - "Welcome to my butcher shop!"

The air grew foggy and one by one each student was thrown out of their chairs by an invisible force and began to jog uncontrollably.

Their shrill screams cut through the air as a black van slowly appeared in the back of...where ever they are.

The door crashed open and a dark figure immerged out of the van. Their faces grew more terrified as the knives that hung from the ceiling began to shake and clatter.

It was becoming a real life facsimile of the poem. The students began to cry, blood streamed out their eyes. "Please..No". Soon their lives would be over. " HaHaHA" The dark figure began to laugh at their helpless cries. Their skin began to peal, blood pouring out their wounds. The knives flew forward cutting their heads clean off their bodies. limb by limb they were torn apart.

A sickening smile stretched across the dark figures face, as he muttered the words that he has said copious times before..

"Welcome To My Butcher Shop".