How can the school be 100 percent vacant? A part of me prayed that it isn't.
That perhaps there is a janitor cleaning some random classroom. At least then, someone would hear my screams.
Everything in me was telling me to turn back, run away. But deep down I know that no matter what, family comes first. I can't risk Soph's life. Not for mine.
I didn't think blood had a scent, but it does. Maybe not from a paper cut, but fresh blood tainted walls do give out a toxic smell.
I wanted to badly to believe that it isn't real. It's all for show. The killer, is just a joke.
When the double doors leading to the library approached, I stopped walking.
I cant do it.
But I have to.
"For Soph," I whisper to myself, then open the door.
I try being very gentle to not make a sound. Maybe I
