okay. *goes to sleep*

In this cla.s.sroom a video was playing, the teacher a.s.signed us to take notes and not fall asleep. Now most of the students did some of the work, but the hardest thing was not falling asleep, looking behind me one by one heads on the desk not moving, no sound was made. My classmate, who was next to me, leaned a little and spoke in a whisper, "This video makes no sense! Do you understand what's going on?" I shook my head replying no then stretched my body, for it was looking up at the T.V. where it was hanging. The video was of nothing, but a landscape of green hills and beautiful mountains in the background that sets off a staric eerie noise that channeled through my body. "Hos can anyone not sleep through this?" He asked again. I shrugged then shifted my head to see what the other students were doing.

Faceing forward eyes open mouths closed, not one moved or shifted eye contact. Wondering why they were acting like this, I turned my head shifting my eyes in front of me only to find her staring at my surprised and scared expression. The teacher, who had an eerie big smile on her face then spoke to me, "Eyes on the T.V." "You must write this down!" After those words chattered through her mouth I faintly heard a chuckle. She then moved her body away from mine to go to the other students. Feeling extremely frightened and uncomfortable, I turned my head facing my classmate and his eyes staring at the T.V. Slowly closing his eyelids became heavy and his head bobbled back and forth. Eventually his head was touching the cold desk, his paper covered,from his resting head. His plastic mechanical pencil rolled off his desk along with his arm, hanging freely. I saw it hit the ground; looking at it I reached for it with my fingertips managing to grasp the bpdy of the pencil.

The landscape went to static and it was louder and I could've sworn two people were talking, but I wasnt sure if it was the T.V. I lifted my body with his pencil and his face inches away from touching mine. His happy expression and eerie smile was staring at me, I instanly dropped the pencil when he surprised me. Whispering to me, "Don't get my pencil, or else it will wake me." Those words sent chills down my spine and I froze for awhile, his face was removed from mine. He turned his head facing forward slowly losing his smile and expression.
After awhile I managed to move again and I turned my head looking for the teacher, but she was gone. The door wasn't open nor made a sound if it closed or was pushed upon. After sitting up and thinking where she went I started to hear liquid dripping, dripping as if it was sprinkling or we had a leak. Curious to discover what it was twisting my body I see the students missing bodies or certain body parts gone.

The liquid was thick blood! The color of a crimson red was splattered on the walls and smeared on the floor everywhere. Shocked, I jerked my body, but I couldn't get out of my desk. I heared something clinking and it sent vibrations to both my ankles. looking down under my desk were chains hooked and wrapped around my ankles making noises every time I moved. My heart was racing and I felt my hands shake a little bit then I looked up, the landscape has changed to what it seemed like to me was a dark abandoned cla.s.sroom with cob webs and black shadows on the desk. Then it went fuzzy and static took over once again. Now smelling the blood made me gag and want to pass out, but I heard his voice again. "Don't go to sleep..." he quietly whispered with his normal expression, but his body was trembling. I looked at him confused then a loud beeping repetitive noise was being made and we covered our ears with our hands, but it didn't really help.

The beeping noise subsided and vanishes, on both our right side the wall opened up. A hidden door the wall was, red lights shined through the door and we saw a right foot,with high heels and blood staibs on it. Finally the body entered in and it was she! Wearing a blue button up and black dress pants covered with an apron, with blood splattered and smeared on it. She looked like a butcher on the job, but she had a mask on, a sewn up mask made with a d.i.rty brownish uncomfortable frabric with two eye holes. So many thoughts ran through my head and we both struggled to get free. Her footsteps approached us closer and closer; we looked at her walking towards us wondering what she was going to do. She passed my desk and went to my classmate instead with her hands behind her back, facing him with her sewn mask on. He was shaking with anxiety and dread taking over his body, she moved her right arm holding a metal bracelet, and it was bigger than its normal size.

She then held her left hand out wanting his left hand in return, but he didnt budge or resisted. He was sweating and did nothing. She moved her left arm back slowly still staring at him. Then she thrusted forward and quickly grabbed his left arm forcefully. He couldn't pull back nor fight back, she shoved the metal bracelet into his arm. I was shocked and froze up again, I couldn't do anything. I was scared, my eyes were locked on his fear. She then squeezed the metal bracelet and a click sound was made. She released his arm and watched. Through the bracelet a small-medium sized sharp needles drilled througn his skin, which then became bloody. He yelled in great pain while grabbing his bloody arm. She had duct tape in her hands and taped his mouth shut. Listening to only his fear and agony in his closed voice, tears were s.tream.ing down his cheeks falling unto his clothes.

The metal bracelet made a high-pitched noise then the needles started to spin slowly, ripping his flesh off his arm. My eyes couldnt bare the looking at his arm, with blood flowing out like a river. She stood there with an awe and was pleased greatly. I heared her chuckle of enjoyment as we watched and listen to his a.gon.izing and sorrowful screams of pain, while his left arm is being cut off slowly.
Unknowingly her head turned slowly looking at me. I dare not to look, I knew her eyes were locked on my shaking dreadful body. Her prescence stareing at me prevented me to at least breathe. My heart was skipping beats and the adredaline was making my sweat rush down my side and my hands were shaking uncontrolably. Turing her head back to him, behind her was a wooden bat with nails hammered into it. Her right arm grasped the bottom of it then lifted it up. His arm fell unto the ground as he was still holding his remaining arm yelling!

Then swiftly it grew silent, I felt thick water splashed on my face. My eyes blinked and I saw his face blocked by the bat and blood falling down on the wall and his desk. His body lifelss and voice was quiet. Frightened and scared, I yelled a little bit while still trying to get free. Again her head slowly turned at me, with her mask covered with blood and I didn't notice her. I stopped and heared a whisper coming from her. It sounded like a singing tone sending me off to my destination. "Don't go to sleep!"
I shifted my head to face her and a quick flash image of her swinging an axe at my head. My body jerked after being tapped and pushed a little, "Hey,
wake up, the bell rang." Lifting my head confused I packed up then looked at my paper. Remembering that I didn't write anything, there was a few words written in redink saying, "You fell asleep!" I double-checked the writing and noticed it wasn't weitten in red ink.