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I just could not believe it. Everyone had been in shook. there was so much blood and... Him. there he was Patrick, Patrick Ashman. Although he was defiantly not himself. He.. It, was wearing a black suit but blood had drenched it so It was more of a dark red and the same with the pants. There was a body on the floor. well, most of it. Though the face was gone literally gone. Still a head, but no face. There had been a small dent where the face should have been. Holly shit, I hear behind me and I can feel the warm breath on my neck a the air finds it's path few my thick brown hair. everyone just stands there people started to through up and people ran, but all was silent. There was a small kitchen knife laying next to the gruesome monster that stared deeply into my soul. I could feel it. just the evil, the insanity. It turned its head looking at us but not with Its eyes. Then. It had come to me. That thing had cut off one of the teachers face and wore it for himself. I sure I am not the first one to get it. I want to scream but nothing comes out. I think I am going to be sick. blood still dribbles down the things face it drips on to his clothes, not that it matters anymore. blood comes from the top of the face and races down the things eyes, but it keeps his eyes fixed on us. "Someone call for help!" a helpless little girl screams. No one moves. I blink hoping that I he dashes for us and we all run. but there is always that one straggler. Tom Runner. sadly I new him. nice boy and quite attractive but excuse me I am not about to save a life of a guy I have seen twice, and risk my life to have my face cut off by some fucking psycho maniac.