"Come out, come out wherever you are..." The sing-song tone with the chilling drag of its voice horrifies me. The dark voice full of tar, drawing you in, dreading. It was calling out my name. It's pearly white teeth, shining, razor-sharp, it's teeth blaring. Its eyes were empty, dark, you could lose yourself while staring at them.
One, two, three, four...
The psychopath was getting closer. It was at the end of the hall. The rhythmic clicking of its shoes was getting louder and louder by the second.
Count the days until you're dead.
A door slammed near me. My breath hitched. "Not here." The tone of its voice seemed amused at the fact I wasn't there. It was hard to stay quiet. Another slam, it was the classroom next to me. "Not here either." It seemed annoyed, agitated, thinking it was slick but it was driving me out of my mind.
Five, six, seven, eight...
My classroom door opened. I was smart enough to hide in the broom cupboard. It was circling around the room like it was sure I was here. Its dead eyes were staring right at me. "Not here either." It left the room and went to the other room. When I was sure he's long gone, I booked it to the main entrance. "Here You Are."
Be sure you're not late.
