OH.

MY.

GOD.

I don't know what the hell happened. I don't want to say I forgot about the story because I often thought about it but didn't know what to do. When I was bored a couple of days ago, I re-read the first three chapters and realized I couldn't abandon this. Especially with the second season airing now. I hope the new season will spark more inspiration but again, I am so sorry and I hope you still enjoy!

Kappa Living Room; 6:19 p.m.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"What was that?" asked Grace, immediately getting up on her feet.

"It must've been Gigi," muttered #5 filing her nails.

"Well let's go!" commanded Zayday, jumping up walking towards the basement.

Some quickly and some reluctantly, everyone ran to the stairs. Zayday was the first to the door and swung it up and gasped.

"OH MY GOD!" screamed a bunch of the girls.

Gigi was sitting up next to the wall, unconscious. Her eyes were closed and she was slumped over her mouth closed. Furthermore, there was blood trailing down her arms.

"Is she dead?" asked Chanel, looking really queasy.

Denise leaned forwards and touched her arm. Suddenly, Gigi woke up and grabbed her arms with a loud gasp that caused her eyes to expand.

"Someone call 911!" cried #3. Jennifer, Sam, Grace, and #5 all got out their phones.

Dean Munsch just stared at Gigi, who was breathing weakly.

"What the hell is going on?"

October 2nd, 2015

Dean's Office; 10:23 a.m.

Grace opened the door to Dean Munsch's office.

"Hey, dean. Is this about Gigi-," she asked before seeing who was on the couch. It was none other than her father, Wes.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" she asked.

Wes stood up and walked closer to her, "I heard what has happened recently and I just wanted to check up on you".

Dean Munsch, who was waiting near the corner spoke up, "Gigi is fine. She will be out of the hospital today actually".

Grace nodded in acknowledgment and looked back at her father.

"I know you didn't come back JUST to check up on me. I am not leaving this university. I will fail and-," began Grace.

"Look, missing a semester isn't as bad as losing your freaking life," argued/whispered Wes.

"Sir, if I may," interrupted the dean, putting her hand onto Wes' shoulder obviously making him uncomfortable, "Your daughter is safer here with the rest of the girls. Think of it as a support group. I'm sure they are all friends and could protect each other".

"No, she will be a hundred times safer with me," said Wes, taking Grace's left arm.

"Dad no," said Grace, shaking his father's grip off, "I do not want you to be here".

"Well maybe I want to be here," shouted Wes.

"Look, maybe we could work out a compromise," said the dean. Wes and Grace both looked perplexed at this.

"There is a job opening for a film theory professor right here on campus. The old one, professor Quirrelston got a rare disease causing him to grow warts on the back of his head. He tried to cover it with a turban but what white person wears turbans, am I right? I know you mentioned you used to be a media arts teacher at a high school. Do you think you are fit for the job".

"Yes, I will take it," responded Wes quickly, not letting Grace a chance to talk.

"Great, we only have a few more things to sort out, but you should be able to start next week," finished Dean Munsch. She smiled at Wes, while Wes smiled awkwardly at Grace, who was just glaring out the window.

Starbucks; 2:10 p.m.

"Can you believe him? Like honestly," vented Grace. She, Zayday, Earl, and Pete were all drinking vanilla bean frappuccinos.

"He's just looking out for you," explained Zayday.

"Yeah, well he doesn't need to be so uptight with her. Seriously, who follows their kid around like sex freaks follow a bondage blog on Gawker?" defended Pete, rolling his eyes.

"Wouldn't be surprised if you did that with your daughter," muttered Zayday under her breath. Nobody heard her.

"Well what is our next plan of attack?" asked Earl, trying to change the subject.

"I don't know, can we talk about all of this later? Zayday and I have physics," said Grace. The boys waved their goodbyes and the girls left.

"Hey, I didn't want to say this in front of the girls, but I suspect Gigi," said Pete quietly after he was sure the girls were out of hearing range.

"But she was just attacked last night. There's no way you can suspect her after she was almost killed," argued Earl.

"Key word being almost," pointed out Pete, "Why was she spared? From the girls' description, she was all sliced up but nowhere near somewhere she could die. And, nobody actually saw the Red Devil other than her".

"I thought we had #6 as a suspect," said Earl.

"I don't know. Maybe both of them are in on it," said Pete, still trying to figure it out for himself.

"Whatever, I have a colonic in 20 minutes so I have to leave," said Earl, packing up.

"You have colonics?" asked Pete raising an eyebrow.

"I used to have them twice a week at ten in the morning, but I rescheduled a couple of days ago so since it's more convenient for me," responded Earl.

"Chanel #2 died a couple days ago," muttered Pete, not feeling a single ounce of pity before his eyes brightened up, "She always had colonics at ten in the morning".

"Well, I gotta go," said Earl quickly.

As he left Starbucks, Pete was left trying to figure out for himself why he felt something up. However, his thoughts were quickly interrupted when someone else came in and sat across from him in the stall.

"What are you doing here?" snapped Pete.

"Hey, what's up with you?" asked Boone, who had a latte.

"I told you I don't want to speak to you again," said an angry Pete. He than grabbed his bag and got up to leave. He swiftly walked out of Starbucks onto the sidewalk, but Boone was quick on his feet.

"Hey come back. We can have a repeat of the last time one of us wanted something," Boone called. Pete spun around and glared at him.

"What happened last time won't ever, ever happen again," he said.

"You don't want to have sex with me? That is so not what you said last night," whispered Boone, as he slowly approached Pete.

"That was a one time thing," said Pete through his teeth, "I know you don't want to come out of the closet, but if you push me the wrong way I'll shove you right out".

Boone was slightly surprised at this and was left speechless.

"I recommend that you stay away from me," said Pete turning around and walking away from Boone again. Meanwhile, Boone was just standing there but he looked like he was slightly fuming now.

Dean's Office; 4:40 p.m.

"I must say, it was a pleasant surprise for you to contact me and schedule a meeting today, Miss Oberlin," smiled the dean in an obviously superficial way.

"If you spoke any more like a plastic barbie doll that aged 60 years, silicon would be dripping from your mouth. You know I'm here for something so let's get to it," fired Chanel.

Dean Munsch's smile evaporated, "Well, what do you want?"

"One of the pledges sparked my curiosity the other night," said Chanel, "There was a murder about 20 years ago and I know you have info about it. So spill; what happened so sinister that there are urban legends about it?"

Dean Munsch grimaced but immediately reverted back to her old expression. Luckily, Chanel didn't question it.

"So legend has it a prank gone wrong killed a pledge. It was an accidental homicide committed by the former president of KKT. And, apparently Ms. Bean covered it up. Is this all true?" asked Chanel.

Dean Munsch was hesitant to reply.

"I'm going to take that as a yes. I already figured all of that out. But what next? How did they cover it up? What do you know?" questioned Chanel.

Dean Munsch adjusted her glasses and walked in front of her desk.

"Do you really need to know what happened that night at Kappa?" questioned Dean Munsch, sitting on the edge of her desk.

Chanel nodded, "Yes".

The dean chuckled, "I can't give you those answers just yet".

"Well maybe I can ask Gigi," grinned Chanel.

"And may I ask how you jumped to that conclusion," questioned Dean Munsch.

"It is so obvious you have a thing for her," said Chanel rolling her eyes, "Calling her a virgin who wouldn't give her v-card to you?"

The dean was glaring at her now.

"So the information is coming out one way or another," smiled Chanel cockily.

The dean was extremely mad now and shouted, "Get out".

"Okay," said Chanel, strutting towards the door, "But you were the one that choose to play hard. Remember that," she said, not even turning around.

The dean buried her head in her left palm before heading over to her alcohol cart and pulling out a glass and half a bottle of scotch.

Kappa Kitchen; 7:40 p.m.

Denise was in the kitchen, deep frying some chicken tenders whilst humming 'We Can't Stop' by Miley Cyrus. Than, she heard footsteps coming from down the stairs. She dropped quickly turned around and opened a cabinet.

The shadow loomed closer, and the person eventually got into the kitchen. Their footsteps practically clinking on the ground. Their slim hand reached onto one of the drawers and opened it.

It contained a sole massive butcher's knife.

They took it out and twisted it around, looking at the light that it reflected.

They closed the drawer and started walking towards the cabinets. They reached one hand (the one without a knife) and grabbed it onto a door. Hesitating for a moment, they swung it open.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

It was an awkward moment. Chanel #3 held the butcher's knife, but lowered it down to see the balled up Denise Hemphill who was in the small cabinet.

"How did you get up there?" asked #3, setting the knife down.

"Why did you get down here all creepy like and immediately grab a freaking large-ass knife?" retaliated Denise.

"Because the fryer was on, and nobody in Kappa House eats anything that requires the kitchen. Well technically we should store out cotton balls in wine coolers but I'm pretty sure #5 has a secret stash under somewhere here and fries it to get a crispy taste," explained #3. She grabbed Denise's arm and tried to help her out, but Denise just rolled and crashed onto the floor and #3 stepped back. Denise quickly got up and dusted herself off.

"But your first instinct when you saw something weird was to take a freaking butcher's knife out?" asked Denise, still panting.

#3 shrugged, "I guess that's just instinct".

"Boy, Shondelle was right," panted Denise, "She said the blonde ones were the sociopaths. She said you can never trust a blondie".

Chanel #3 glared at Denise before rolling her eyes, "Did she now?"

"Yeah and I guess she's right," murmured Denise, taking a long hard look at #3.

"Whatever," said #3 rolling her eyes and reaching for a glass on the counter.

"Watch your sass, girl. I speak your language and I know just how to play that game," responded Denise to the girl's uncaring tone.

"Do you now?" asked #3.

"You know I do! I was one of you, back in the day. An anorexic, dumb ho," reflected Denise, "Hell, I even tried to rush Kappa Kappa Tau".

"And how did that turn out?"

"You know damn well how that turned out!" cried Denise, "There's a reason Zayday Williams is walking around killing people here in present day. It's all because of the past".

"You think Zayday is the killer?" asked #3.

"Her and Pete Martinez," responded Denise swiftly, picking up the chicken and dropping them onto a plate, "Zayday is avenging me".

"Avenging you for being rejected due to race?" asked #3, really not sure what's going on in the officer's head.

"That's putting it awfully softly," chuckled Denise, "Let me just tell you that if you upset one of us, you will upset the whole lot of us. And you do not want us to be upset with you".

#3 raised her eyebrow, "Wow I didn't know race was so big to you".

"What are you talking about? I'm speaking about-," Denise didn't get to finish due to 2 pairs of footsteps making their way over to the kitchen.

"What is that awful smell? Who's using the 8 month old fryer?" said Chanel with a cringing expression as she and #5 carried large shopping bags into the kitchen and dropped them off right onto the floor and walked over to check out the fryer.

"Hold up, how many months old is this?" questioned Denise as she was about to eat a chicken tender.

"I am so sick of you and Shondelle not cleaning up after yourselves!" shouted Chanel.

"Calm down, I literally just finished frying," shouted Denise, right back at Chanel.

"Who's the person that came out of the back washroom this morning after clogging the sink by dropping their freaking pepper spray into the hole and than not flushing the toilet after taking a dump?" questioned Chanel.

"That pepper spray thing was Shondelle! And I thought I was going to get back to the toilet in a couple of hours, don't blame me for not digesting fast enough," replied Denise.

"Hold on, we don't have pepper spray anymore? Doesn't that leave you two defenseless?" asked #5.

"I still have this," said Denise pulling out her revolver.

"Wait, hold on you said that you two couldn't carry guns. Come to think of it, you said you had a firearm right after you announced your move in! How did no one pick that up?" asked Chanel, freaking out because Denise was waving her gun around.

"I said we weren't allowed to carry guns," responded Denise simply, "And Shondelle isn't. She's the one that lost her weapon. I ain't sharing mine".

The Chanels just awkwardly looked at one another.

Kappa Master Bedroom; 10:10 p.m.

Two grunting noises can be heard as Chanel's bed trembles.

"Oh, baby you like that? You like that?" moaned Chad.

"Yes, Chad I really like it that way!" moaned Chanel right back.

"This feels good!"

"Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm!"

"YES!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"YES CHOKE YOU BITCH FUCKING CROAK!"

"WHAT?"

Both stopped moving immediately, Chanel being shocked by Chad's comment and him being in the state of confusion with her weird reaction.

"Chad, how can you say that when Chanel #2, Ms. Bean, a Kappa pledge, and some nerdy mascot with Chanel #2's former boy toy have been brutally murdered?"

"I'm sorry, but death makes me horny. My first time masturbating was during the sunbed scene from Final Destination and now it's my yearly tradition".

"Chad, that is insane!" cried Chanel getting off from her bed and rushing over to her mirror.

"Chanel, what do you expect from me? I am trying to be as supportive as I possibly can as a good boyfriend!" Shouted Chad pulling his underwear on.

"Good boyfriend?" Questioned Chanel getting a tissue and looking around desperately, "How much time have I wasted on this relationship?"

"You wasting time-".

"YES, Chad! I ruined so much time trying to make this all work but you're just not being supportive!" continued Chanel.

"CHANEL OBERLIN! Your just jealous that my best friend has the hots for me and you being the none-psych major that you are just can't tell," argued Chad.

"Everyone and their damn mother knows Boone is gay!" cried Chanel before continuing, "Why can't you just not sleep with any other people?"

"Not sleep with any other people-. Chanel, do you know how abusive that is? You're like a crazy ex. In fact, I have decided that you are my ex now. We are over!" finished Chad, grabbing his shirt.

"Chad!" whined Chanel in a shocked tone.

"That's right, Chanel. We are over now," finished Chad leaving the room.

"Chad, don't you dare walk away!" cried Chanel loudly. However, Chad had long walked out of the room and is possibly now down the stairs. Than, Chanel #5 poked her head into the room.

"Chanel, is everything okay?" she asked shyly.

"GET OUT BITCH!" screamed an enraged Chanel.

#5 took a long deep breath and decided to advance into the room.

"Chanel, I don't think I can deal with this anymore," said #5.

Chanel squinted at her minion, "What are you talking about #5?"

"I JUST CAN'T DEAL WITH YOUR ABUSE ANYMORE!" cried #5.

"You know what Chanel #5? I am just done wasting time on people with zero potential. And you know what #5, there has never been a time where you have been more useless and more expandable," ranted Chanel, walking closer to her.

"What do you mean more expandable?" asked #5 now slightly worried.

"I just recently made Hester a Chanel," smiled Chanel smugly, "And I have no problem with putting her to my right and kick you right to the back of our quad".

"You, you can't do this," murmured #5 weakly.

"I'm house president, the prettiest girl on campus, my family owns one of the largest beauty companies in the world, and I'm the one that can change the Kappa WiFi password at any time," retorted Chanel, "I hold absolute power over you".

Chanel #5 just glared at her and trembled crazily.

Chad & Boone's Bedroom In The Dickie Dollar Scholar House; 11:35 p.m.

Boone was lying on his bed snoring like a walrus while clutching his stuffed animal frog. He twisted and turned under the covers and muttered stuff about golf and Michael Bay. Than, the door opened and an angry Chad turned on the lights and bulldozed in, leaping face first onto his bed.

"I hate my life!" shouted Chad into his covers.

"Mmm?" groggled Boone, "What's going on?"

"Can you believe the nerve of Chanel? Trying to call me a bad boyfriend?" sulked Chad.

"You're boyfriend material," said Boone trying to comfort his best friend.

"Maybe to you," said Chad, not looking up. After a moment of silence, he turned to face Boone and looked him straight in the face with red pupils.

"Chad are you drunk?" questioned Boone.

"I've been thinking a lot about you lately," murmured Chad, getting up and reaching over to Boone's bed which is right next to his own. Chad proceeded to crawl up and lie beside Boone.

"Um, okay?"

Chad wrapped his left arm around Boone which shocked him for a second before he quickly settled into his arms.

"I love you, Boone," whispered Chad into his ear, giving it a nibble, "And I can tell what we're about to do is more meaningful than anything I've ever before".

"Wh-what about Chanel?" asked Pete, reluctantly.

"Forget Chanel. I only pork her because she's rich," shrugged Chad before completely crawling onto Boone, "Now are we going to do this or not?"

"Okay," smiled Boone.

The two closed their eyes and slowly closed the gap between their mouths.

October 3rd, 2015

Kappa Living Room; 11:16 p.m.

Chanel, #3, #5, Hester, Grace, Zayday, Sam, and Jennifer were all in the living room. Chanel was the only one standing, in front of the fireplace with the television on top.

"Welcome to the next step of Hell Week, bitches!" cheered Chanel, "Tonight is a very special night".

"More special than a nail gun manhunt in an abandoned corn maze owned by a sketchy ass house run by white supremacists?" questioned Zayday.

"Nooo, today is special because it is the final night of hell week. Following this you will all become official sisters of Kappa Kappa Tau," said Chanel, "Before that, we have two more tasks".

"Which are?" questioned Jennifer.

"Shut up Candle Craze Carrot Top, I'm getting to that," snapped Chanel, "Anyways, we have a mission before we do the 'Last Meal' where you will each cook a dish that I assign and we will all need to eat every last bite. Here, I'll pass out what we're all cooking".

Chanel passed slips to all 5 pledges along with Chanel #3 and #5. Everyone read it and had different reactions to what it said.

"Fried chicken stuffed with watermelon?" questioned Zayday, obviously offended.

"Candle shaped frosting? I'm down for it," said Jennifer.

"What the hell even is Amish food?" asked #5.

"I based off your dish from how you dress," shrugged Chanel simply causing #5 to shrug.

"Okay, that's great and all but can we just get to cooking so we can all sit down and eat whilst talking about the deaths surrounding Kappa?" asked Zayday. All the other pledges seemed to nod and agree.

"Chanel, you weren't present when #2 was murdered, you tied Ms. Bean up like a sociopath, and you are simply crazy and have no emotions," said Grace standing up and facing Chanel, "You are my prime suspect".

Zayday also stood up, "Chanel #3, that goes for you as well. Additionally, you weren't seen when Deaf Taylor Swift was murdered".

Chanel rolled her eyes, while #3 glared at Zayday.

"Alright fine you idiots, we will talk about all this during dinner time but we have to do something first. It is a ultra-special torture mission taking place right upstairs in Chanel #2's former bedroom," said Chanel before cracking a smile, "Follow me".

Chanel #2's Former Bedroom In Kappa House; 11:21 p.m.

"What the hell is this?" asked Zayday. She and the other pledges were standing in the doorway of the bedroom while the Chanels were inside facing them. Behind the Chanels was a large glass box half filled with water.

"This is the water chamber. It's a hazing ritual I'm adding this year in place of 'Diet Coke vs. Actual Coke' because we no longer have a maid and therefore, the mess will be too great," explained Chanel, "Anyways, I will be locking all of you into that cage. You will be lying down and most of your body will be submerged underwater. Than, I will turn on the wave machine which starts from the bottom of the box".

"Is this even legal?" asked Sam.

"Your goal is to stay in there for 15 minutes, timing you inhales and exhales with the waves. It's a great way to improve your cardio," smiled Chanel sadistically.

The pledges all looked at each other worriedly.

Five minutes later, Grace, Zayday, Sam, and Jennifer were all changed into their nightwear and laying inside the box. However, Hester was having troubles even getting in.

"This neck brace is killing me!" she complained.

"Ugh, #3 give me a pair of pliers!" shouted Chanel.

"Just let her sit this one out. You already made her a Chanel which is supposedly an elite thing or whatever," said Zayday from inside the box, defending Hester.

"No, that breaks the rules!" objected #5.

"Maybe we can just staple her earlobes together," suggested #3.

"I told you that's too easy," retorted #3.

"No, I mean the left side and right side together," explained #3.

"Yes," said Hester before Chanel even had a chance to voice her opinion, "I will do anything to prove my worth to you, Chanel".

"Okay, fine!" said Chanel loudly, having had enough of the debate going on, "#3 and #5, take her away to the main bathroom to figure it out. I'll be hazing the rest of them".

As Hester, #3, and #5 all left the room, Chanel closed the lid on the box and smiled sickly at the pledges while making her way to the wave control panel.

"Have fun, ladies!"

Kappa Guest Bedroom; 11:34 p.m.

Denise and Shondelle were both sleeping peacefully but in uniform on their beds. Denise had her gun on her belt and both had their walkies on. Suddenly, both started buzzing and giving off loud feedback sounds.

"Gah! Mom it's a PA day!" cried Denise rolling out of bed, plopping right onto the floor.

Shondelle rubbed her eyes and sat up, noticing that the laptop on the desk at the foot of the beds was on.

"Denise, look," she said crawling up and walking over to the laptop while Denise composed herself and hobbled over as well. The laptop was showing a split screen live feed from two cameras. The left was the pledges (minus Hester) in the box, looking like they are drowning. Oddly, Chanel was nowhere to be seen. The right screen was even more disturbing. Chanels #3 and #5 were seen tied up with their arms above their head, their hands shackled together by a rope. Their feet were also chained down with a large weight holding them down. It seemed like the were in the main bathroom.

"Oh my god, we have to protect these hos!" cried Denise.

"Okay, okay. You take the drowning bitches and I'll take the tied up ones," instructed Shondelle.

"Let's get going right now!" exclaimed Denise whipping her revolver out and running out of the room.

"Wait, I don't have a weap-oh whatever!" murmured Shondelle also running out of the room. Neither law enforcer even noticed the Red Devil open the closet door and take a step out.

Chanel #2's Former Bedroom In Kappa House; 11:35 p.m.

"HOLY CRAP! ARE Y'ALL DEAD YET?!" cried Denise as she barged into the room. She put her head down, hands on her knees and panted heavily for a moment before looking up to see 5 pairs of eyes staring at her like she's insane.

"What are you talking about, should we be dead?" asked Jennifer who was dripping wet with a towel wrapped around her body. Grace, Sam, and Zayday all looked the same. Chanel was standing off to the side.

"Wha-what? But y'all are in danger. Just like how #3 and #5 are," said Denise.

Everyone looked at her with question. Denise stared back for a second before quickly turning around and running to find Shondelle. Everyone immediately followed him right after.

Main Kappa Bathroom; 11:35 p.m.

Shondelle barged right into the bathrooms and barely stopped herself from running into #5's hanging body. She noticed that that #5 and #3 had duct tape over their mouths with lips painted over them.

"What the hell?" she questioned. She moved over to #3's body. Both are unconscious but neither seem to have any bruises or struggling against an attacker.

Shondelle looked to the right and noticed a shower stall was dripping. She moved closer steadily and shoved the door open. She gasped after she found Hester tied up and gagged but not unconscious. She quickly ran in to untie her and remove the cloth in her mouth.

"Girl, what the hell happened?" asked Shondelle while Hester struggled to speak and clutched onto her neck brace for support.

"Huh-hah, hee-yauh," breathed Hester, panting extremely heavily.

"Tell me!" demanded Shondelle.

"No, no-," murmured Hester still panting and gagging.

"What is it? Tell Me!" cried Shondelle.

What she didn't see was a knife raising up from the other shower over the stall wall. The wall had a small space in between and the knife was inching into the area. Hester just pointed behind Shondelle with a horrified expression. When Shondelle spun around, it was too late.

Or rather just the right time. The moment she turned around to find what Hester was pointing at, was the moment the Red Devil decided to swing the knife down. It sunk right into her forehead, and blood squired out from all sides of the knife.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Hester finally snapped out of her trance and crawled over Shondelle's corpse and out of the stall. She turned around to look over at the other stall, but didn't find the Red Devil there. She stood up and slipped towards the sink and looked straightforward, before her eyes widened.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Hester, as the Red Devil appeared right behind her while she was looking into a mirror.

The Red Devil swung his right arm towards her but Hester ducked at the last minute, banging her head on the sink in the process. The Red Devil managed to obliterate the mirror with their fist. Hester quickly crawled towards the door, stood up, and started running. Right after she made it out of the room, she fell right into Denise's arms. Chanel, Grace, Jennifer, Zayday, and Sam were also right behind. It looked like they all rushed across the house.

"Shondelle is dead!" sobbed Hester immediately.

"WHAT!?" screamed a shocked Chanel.

"NO! SHONDELLE WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST STAY AT WALMART! YOU COULD'VE MADE IT TO TARGET!" sobbed Denise.

"We have to get in there," ordered Zayday.

Just when she said that, the door slammed shut. Hester, Denise, Grace, and Zayday all rushed to shove it open but found it locked. Tons of slashing sounds ensued causing everyone to look absolutely horrified, while Denise was simply speechless.

Main Kappa Bathroom; 11:57 p.m.

"1, 2, 3!" shouted a man in a security guard uniform as he and three others dressed like him swung a giant battery ram right into the door. Finally, it broke open and everyone including the now present Pete, Wes, Gigi, and Dean Munsch.

"Oh baby Jesus!" gasped Zayday, holding her heart as she entered the room splattered in blood.

The Red Devil had completely slaughtered Shondelle. There was blood painted all over the walls and all over the unconscious #3 and #5. Her eyes were stabbed out and there were holes all over her body. Her wrists were slit from her hands all the way to her shoulders along with the back and front of her neck. Many of her bones were cracked to.

Jennifer immediately threw up right into a garbage can beside her while everyone else looked on in horror and were silent for less than a second.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Next Time...

"You need to go and just leave this whole mindset of being alive alone!" Chanel #3 shouted at #2.

The past is never forgotten.

"You need to leave that poor woman alone, don't let your imagination get in the way!" ordered Wes.

"Why would you feel the need to change your name?" asked Grace.

"Sit down, I'll continue the story of the murder of Sophia Doyle," smiled Dean Munsch.

Never, ever left alone.

"You went to school here. But what does it mean by dropping out due to natural causes?" interrogated Zayday, glaring at Denise.

"Ms. Bean knows much more than she let on," explained Chanel, "And the incident that happened 20 years ago is rooted straight into her BFF..."

"We're not blood. Don't confuse us for family because we were at the same place at the same time," Boone hissed.

And history has consequences on the present.

"What the hell was that!" sobbed Grace as she and Pete crawled along behind the couch.

"NONONONONONO!" cried Boone as oil was sprayed all over his body.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" cried Gigi as the Red Devil flicked out his 'Freddy Keuger' claws.

Again, I am so freaking sorry for never updating! Almost 10 months now and just GAH! I really don't know what to say right now. Thank you so much if you haven't given up on my story or if you're a recent viewer, welcome! Hopefully, my updates can come along quicker in the future. Thanks for reading and please drop a review!