One might think that school only got canceled for about a day, but it isn't the case, it got canceled for a week.
The moment the police came, the school had to go through the investigation. No one could leave and no one else could enter. Zac's father was livid. He wanted to find the murderer and lock him up. As the rest of the students were told to stay in their homeroom with their respective teachers to guard them.
Everyone in the school was a suspect. Unless further investigated. But in the end, they haven't found anyone guilty because there was no witness to the crime, and the so-called murder weapon wasn't found.
The school was busy for a month after the Sergeant—Zac's father—stopped harassing the students and faculty for his misplaced anger and priorities of his incorrect disciplinary actions when he brought up his kid.
In that week, Alessandra was busy as well. Not because of the increased homework to be passed online, but because Alessandra was busy collecting hairs from the rest of Zac's rookies, even Sergeant Kinsley if he ever becomes too much of a trouble. It wasn't easy, Alessandra admitted but it would be worth it.
She had a hard time particularly on this one huge guy who had a buzz cut. She successfully pulled a hair out of the twins from their silly man buns and this one kid who seemed to never shower or comb his hair.
Alessandra's heartbeat thudded like a running prey. She woke up early that morning when it was still dark, preparing the necessary props for her next consecutive murder. She read another page in the book.
A practitioner of the cursed voodoo arts has heightened spiritual powers and is a learned student of toxicology. With a lock of hair and a medium, the practitioner can inflict harm or even death. Nothing much can be explained why a lock of hair is essential to the process but it was a primitive belief that owning a lock of hair, or a strand, from another's head, gives power over the individual.
"Are you just bored, Alessandra? This is the fourth hair strand you will use today."
Alessandra chuckled. "Are you giving me a moral speech right now, Loa?"
"Not at all... You are very creative in killing all of them I don't mind being treated as a toy."
Taking the needle from the kit, Alessandra wrapped her newest potential victim's hair around the doll's throat. Pointing the needle's tip to the head, she waited anxiously for the right moment.
"Prickling will only inflict ache in the area the needle will do."
"But it can still kill when I stab..." Alessandra said, almost in a question.
"Yes."
Alessandra waited no more. She pinched the needle into the doll's head, inflicting a headache. Next, she pricked the heart so the victim would feel as if he has a heart attack.

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The Witch's Doll ⚢
Mystery / ThrillerWith no one else in her life, protecting her best friend was Alessandra's wish, and she would do anything... even if it meant turning to black magic. All Isla cared about was to make her dead mother proud. She did the extra mile to be a great Studen...