"Run! Run!" Was the last thing she heard as the killer closed in. She ran into an empty room but stubbed her feet on a spolit nailed chair wood.----"ouch" she whispered to her self but she didn't stop but the worst happened. Dead end 🔚. The killer entered the room, spotted her and throw a knife 🔪 at her. She dodged the knife.
"What do you want?" She asked summoning up courage to ask him the question ❓.
"You!" The killer replied with a wicked grin.
She knew she was the last in her class. She wished she hadn't made the mistake.
The mistake.
She.
The mid terms.