Edward Thompson was sitting at his стол письменный, стол working on his monster models. "Wow I wonder what Charlie and Amy are doing." Ed smiled at the thought. He knew what Charley had been trying to do, he had overheard numerous conversations of theirs. He sighed and went to his постель, кровати to lie down. He thought for a while and eventually fell asleep.
(Next Day) "Ok class, time for a pop quiz." сказал(-а) Mr. Smith. "Oh no." Charley сказал(-а) to Ed as Mr. Smith began to pass out Тест papers. "Dont worry Brewster. Ты can always be a janitor." Ed laughed at his own joke and turned to his Тест paper. Ten минуты passed and...

The Телевидение was screaming in the corner, declaring that a body had been found near the railway tracks, another life stolen from this world by a man playing god. I tossed a piece of paper into the trash, the drawing of Dracula ruined by the slip of my pen when I'd heard the word "Murder" on the television. I'd always loved the stories of serial killers on Телевидение and I could tell by the decapitated body that this was just the beginning.
Pushing my hands up through my hair, I stood and walked over to the window. Cool, night air whispered through it, the sharpness of the late evening stinging...