Bloody Mary stood in the doorway of the classroom. We were in a lockdown. Now we knew why.
In one hand she had a grip on a knife; the other held a boy’s head. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
She inched closer to where we hid. Her walk was a dance of a zombie.
Then came a sudden crack of thunder and lightning came down and struck were she was. She was full of power now. No escaping this.
The zombie creature gave us a straight face and then we knew who it really was. Monique Vandenbosch. She was Bloody Mary.
“You foolish children!” She boomed. “Now… who should I kill first?”
No one replied. It was just too creepy. And anyway, there wouldn’t have been time to reply. She had chopped off everyone’s heads and disappeared
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