That guy. He was there. Smiling at those little kids. I didn't think he'd be so cruel as to murder all of them. But he did, he'd murder them and hid them under that nasty bed. Just by thinking of that made me feel like puking. I tried my very best to hide the fears inside me, but I just could not stop shivering and quivering. He called for me. I looked away as if I didn't see him. Yes, I was at his Art Class, waiting for my turn. This man, this cruel man, kills children and tear them to pieces. But people just don't know. They seem to forget everything after they'd sent their children to his class. What is wrong with this man? At this moment, I ran for my life. I bump into people I don't know but I just kept on running. It felt like forever but finally, I was home. Home sweet home. It was the best feeling I've ever had in my whole 14 years of life. Coming back home. I ran upstairs to find my Mom sleeping. Just then, a tiger-like kind of a...