Amy Fisher was hiding under the lunch tables in the cafeteria. Her fear was sensed by the killer as he stalked her every move. She was scared and nearly in tears for her life was in jeopardy and how someone like this could try to kill her. She didn’t see his face; it was too dark, too cold, and too scary to even think who could do this.
She clasped her hands over her mouth when she heard foot steps. The nine inch blade was scrapping across the tables and the loud squeaky noise made her ears drums shake.
“Oh Amy…” said the man.
How does he know my name? she thought.
“Why don’t you come out, you can’t hide, but you sure can run, I have been chasing you for an hour. There is no where for you to go. Doors are locked,” He pushed one of the tables over turning it upside down. Amy’s eyes widened with fear.
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