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    The dark, bleak corridors of the school were a perfect place for a prank. Along with his pals Joey and Nathaniel, Johnathan Coarsen was a menace.
    "Got the cans?" asked Johnathan to Joey.
    "Right here," replied Joey. He presented bag full of red aerosol spray cans.
    "Let's do this!" Coarsen exclaimed as they proceeded to graffiti the walls.

    Before Johnny could even press the nozzle, a strange noise rung in his ear; it was sobbing.
    "What the hell?" inquired Johnny, "Nathan, check it out."
    "Y-yes," Nathaniel said nervously. Nathan inched his way into the corridor. He checked the corner, but there was nothing.

    A couple of minutes had passed.
    "What's taking that dumbass so long?" asked Johnathan in an irritated tone. Suddenly, catching the boys off guard, they heard a scream. It sounded like Nathan.
    "Damn it!" cursed Johnny, "What's he screaming about?" The two ran over to see what had happened. 'Probably just saw a spider, that wuss,' John thought, but that was shortly debunked, as the boys watched in horror as their friend's head had been sliced off, now gripped by the hair in the hands of a tall, slender figure, shrouded in darkness. The mysterious figure cried softly, tears running down it's cheeks endlessly, as it gripped something else: a large scythe.

    The mysterious figure dropped Nathan's bloody head, making a wet smacking sound that echoed throughout the school's halls. The figure lifted the scythe and picked up the lower end, wielding it like a hammer. The dark entity proceeded towards the two boys.
    John and Joey ran down the hallway, trying to escape the killer. The figure appeared infront of Joey, who was struck with fear.
    "Get outta there!" yelled John, but it was too late. With one swing of the scythe, Joey's head plummeted off his shoulders and onto the smooth floor, making a wet smack and leaking with blood. John was awestruck. The mysterious reaper-like figure walked towards Johnathan, backing him inot a wall. The killer raised the scythe and whispered something in a soft, motherly tone.
    "I'm sorry."