Edward Thompson was sitting at his escrivaninha, mesa 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 cama to lie down. He thought for a while and eventually fell asleep.
(Next Day) "Ok class, time for a pop quiz." said Mr. Smith. "Oh no." Charley said to Ed as Mr. Smith began to pass out teste papers. "Dont worry Brewster. You can always be a janitor." Ed laughed at his own joke and turned to his teste paper. Ten minutos passed and...

The televisão was screaming in the corner, declaring that a body had been found near the railway tracks, another life stolen from this world por a man playing god. I tossed a piece of paper into the trash, the drawing of Dracula ruined por 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 televisão and I could tell por 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...