A haunted picture of several students with the witch in the background. Kids lined up to face their doom. The room is cold like the woman’s heart. And one mistake can lead you here. She is always watching. Even when you think your alone. And right now, she’s inside her lair. The colors are mostly black. The only splash of colors are the blood of her victims. The red door. A trophy sits in a dusty shelf, probably for most kids tormented in one day. Where am I? I’m in the principals office.