"Which way are we going?"

"Go to the theatre-- It's better than hiding in a classroom-- There's nowhere to hide in those places. Under a desk? She's not a fucking tornado--" Eric pulled Bridgette along with him, running down the maze of lockers to the drama classroom, which cut through to the high schools actual auditorium where the theatre kids put on their productions each semester.

"Perfect..." It was full of trap doors and set pieces they could easily hide behind. Eric led Bridgette through the seats, a spotlight on the stage suddenly turning on.

They both froze.

There, in the spotlight, was a pillow, two white rabbits ears twitching on it like they were still attached to the bunny. Eric almost screamed, but Bridgette clamped her hands over his mouth, backing away from the stage.

"She knows we're here..." Eric murmured into his girlfriend's hands.

"Of course she does, she's a ghost-- She's probably got some kind of all knowing pull over this entire school..." The stage light turned off, leaving them in pitch black darkness again.

"Where do we go?" Eric, who had seemed the most sure of himself this entire time, was starting to falter. He had no clue how they could actually escape some murderous ghost. This wasn't like the movies. They couldn't just scream bible quotes at it.

"I don't know..."

The lights came up again and Eric did scream this time. The entire auditorium lit up red, the emergency lights on down the entire walkway. Hearts, too small to be human, hung from the rafters, hundreds of them. They could've almost been mistaken for strawberries if they weren't leaking with blood and beating in rhythm.

Eric shut his eyes, putting his hands over his ears, shaking his head.

"Nonono--" he started to kind of babble, sounding like he was losing it. Bridgette tried to tug him, but he'd bouldered himself, completely unmoving.

"Damn it Eric--" She let go of him, darting off. She needed to get out of here.

"No no no... No way..." Eric kept his eyes shut, rocking. This was a terrible nightmare... this would all go away...

"And now, for my next trick, an oldie, but a goodie!"

Eric froze, opening his eyes. Everything was pitch black again, but he could hear her voice, and clapping, too. He tried to see, but there was nothing. Eric reached out in front of him, fingers touching something like velvet. A black curtain, maybe?

Eric felt a hand through his hair and he screamed, the fingers tightly latching onto him and yanking him up. It felt like his scalp was ripping off as he was suspended from his hair.

Lights. applause from an unseen audience. The stage. He looked out over the seats that were just empty, squinting. He couldn't see with the spotlight on him very well.

"And here it is, a rabbit out of a hat." Rabbit? Eric looked up, Bunny Girl standing up on a step-stool, holding him up by his hair like he was some kind of animal.

"Let go of me you psycho!" He trashed, amazed that the little girl had the kind of strength to lift him completely up like this. He looked down. The stage felt so far from his feet, but Bunny Girl looked so small to him. Was the stool that high? Was he going crazy?

He felt like he'd dropped acid. None of this made sense, the proportions weren't correct-- He'd absolutely lost his mind.

Bunny Girl glared at him, sighing some.

"See, and I actually liked you. You seemed like you had a good head on your shoulders. Keep talking like that though, and I'll do another magic trick with you, kay?"

Eric stared at her like she was crazy.

He remembered telling her ghost story on the playground every day. Some cute little girl, some weirdo in a hoodie and a schoolgirl skirt, like one of those happy bunny stickers with her scissors and snarky attitude... When he first heard the story, they were all little kids, so he'd always imagined Bunny Girl one of those cliche child ghosts.

Somehow, the fact that he was facing someone maybe just a few years younger than him with a psychotic grin on her face was even scarier.

"Do you want to be my assistant? Or do you want me to saw you in half?" Bunny Girl tilted her head, letting Eric go and crossing her arms. She tapped the scissors on her arm, waiting for him to answer.

"... What would I be doing as your assistant?"

Bunny Girl narrowed her eyes, giggling a little.

"Oh you're smart, aren't you?" She snapped her fingers and the stage lights came up again. In front of them was a glass box on wheels, Bridgette trapped inside, screaming. She kept banging on the glass, but her voice didn't carry outside of it.

"Want to play my game? I'm a very twisted individual. Years of torment and torture do that to a girl, you know." She sighed, resting her hand on her chest. Bunny Girl giggled, rolling her eyes.

"Don't pity me. I could've stayed nice. I could've been a fun ghost... But this is what's fun to me now..." She rolled her neck, looking at Eric with the stare of an absolute lunatic, her lips pursed in a smile.

"Killing is fun to me. Do you want to have fun with me, Eric?" Bunny Girl held her scissors out and they grew to an almost comical size. She split them in half, offering one of the blades to Eric.

Bridgette's eyes went wide and she kept slamming on the glass. It never splintered or cracked.

Bunny Girl smiled big, tilting her head, her eyes wide as she watched Eric shake and tremble.

"... You're actually thinking about it, aren't you?" Eric looked at the blade and at Bunny Girl, before setting his eyes on Bridgette.

"ERIC!!"

His name was the only thing he could hear her saying, even through the screaming and the crying and the deep silence of the glass coffin.

Bunny Girl just smiled.

--

"Do you think they've found anyone else??" Madison and Maverick walked down the hall, dipping into the cafeteria. There wasn't really any place to hide here. What, trap themselves in the walk in freezer? No thank you.

"I don't know... I don't know what we should do... I mean, there's nothing stopping us from just... leaving." Maverick looked at the emergency at the back of the cafeteria, wondering if anything bad would actually happen.

"We can't just leave Milly and everyone else behind--"

Maverick put his finger up.

"Milly is a part of the problem here. She summoned this demon student thing, and she made friends with it."

Madison heard a door open and grabbed Maverick, yanking him back into the kitchen, pushing the swinging doors closed slowly so they wouldn't keep moving.

"Okay, so obviously we can befriend her or something, right? If your sister could make friends with her--"

"It stabbed Cameron! I don't think we can tame it!"

"Cameron kind of deserved it." Madison shrugged, looking out over one of the windows they stacked extra trays in. She couldn't see anyone, there were no lights, no footfalls...

"Still. I'd rather just cut out of here and go home." Maverick's eyes were still glued to the emergency exit.

"Then leave? No one is keeping you here." Madison walked away from him.

"Wait-- You're going to stay?"

Madison looked at him like he was the stupidest person alive.

"Yes I'm going to stay, Maverick. Our friends are probably in a lot of danger, there's a psychotic dead girl playing murder games with your SISTER, are you really not worried at all? Jesus Christ, do you care about literally anything?!"

Maverick leaned back, putting his hands up.

"Fuck, okay, fine. What should we do?"

"No, not we, you. Go figure out what YOU should do, I'm sticking this out on my own." Madison shuffled through the kitchen, leaving Maverick there by himself.

"SERIOUSLY!?"

"Girlfriend leave you?"

"FUCK!" Maverick jumped, crashing into a metal rack, breathing a sigh of relief as his eyes focused in on Milly.

"Holy shit-- Milly, what the fuck? I'm sorry, okay-- I didn't fucking believe you, you proved me wrong, LET'S GO." He grabbed her wrist and Milly yanked her hand away.

"Milly!"

"Don't. I told you not to come with me. I told you to leave me alone and let me play with my friend. You did this to yourself."

Maverick was in disbelief.

"You're blaming me for this? Are you fucking serious?! You're the one who summoned a literal Demon!"

Milly stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"I'm so tired of you playing the victim all the time. Can you stop blaming everyone else for your problems? You act like I'm the worst person in the world, you blame everyone but yourself. Oh Madison doesn't like me cause she can't see how great I am, not because I'm a whiny piss baby. My sister's a total brat and is lying to get my attention because she's so needy, boo hoo... Get a grip on yourself."

Maverick's mouth hung open like he couldn't believe Milly was talking to him like this. He did so much for her... He didn't have to take care of her after their parents died, he could've thrown her into foster care-- He didn't have to do shit for her.

"What has gotten into you? What happened to that dumb bubbly bitch who was in my room the other day excited to listen to a scary story?" Maverick sneered at her.

Milly just shook her head.

"How did it take me this long to realize you're the annoying and pathetic one, not me?" Milly cupped her hands over her mouth, shouting out.

"HEY BUNNY GIRL, I FOUND ONE!"

Maverick's eyes went wide.

"Oh you stupid little bitch--"

Milly tried to step out of the way as he barreled towards her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the floor. She made a struggled sound, trying to kick him in the chest, but to no avail. Her eyes went wide, welling up with tears as she choked and tried to breath. Maverick started to shake her, slamming her head back on the concrete a handful of times, little gasped noises leaving her before she went entirely silent.

Milly's eyes stayed open, staring up at her brother with that horrified shock, her lips still parted as blood leaked underneath both of them.

There was a gasp and Maverick looked up, wild eyed. Bunny Girl and Madison both stood in the double doors, looking down at Milly's dead body, Maverick on top of her.

"Well. I didn't want this to go that way, but things work out in their own ways, don't they?" Bunny Girl stared at her lifeless friend, sighing.

"She'll be stuck here with me... At least we'll have fun."

Bunny Girl looked at Madison, who had her hands covering her face, absolute shock all over her features as her eyes welled up.

"There there, it's okay. Go home now. Our friend Maverick here makes this easy to blame everything on him. Just leave like you were never here. We'll take care of this." Bunny Girl patted Madison on the shoulder.

The girl looked uncertain and like she was bordering on hysteria, but she still nodded, slowly wandering out the way she came.

"MADISON, WAIT!"

Maverick got up to chase her but Bunny Girl put her hand up, stopping him in his tracks. He sneered at her.

"You did this. This is your fault!" He shouted at the girl who just shook her head, laughing.

"People like you are all the same. You're really blaming me for this? You killed your sister in cold blood, and it's my fault?" Bunny Girl crossed her arms, eyes full of disbelief. She still smiled though.

"You're going to learn to take blame, Maverick. You killed your sister. Which means the police are going to believe that you killed Cameron and Bridgette, too."

Maverick shook his head.

"I didn't kill anybody!"

"Now now, I know you think your little sister's a nobody, but she's a real human being, and clearly, you've killed her." Bunny Girl gestured to the corpse, tilting her head.

"Who are they going to believe? You, an absolutely deranged seeming, unkempt monster? Or Eric? Whose best friend and girlfriend were killed by you after your prank on your sister went too far?" Bunny Girl stepped closer. Maverick just shook his head over and over.

"No way-- No way-- They won't blame me-- Eric wouldn't lie-- He'd get taken down too, anyway-- They'd arrest us both--" He could feel paranoia clawing at him. This ghost was just trying to fuck with him, she was just messing with him--

"Madison-- She'll tell them--"

"Tell them what? That she walked in on you murdering your little sister? Do you really want to involve her more than you already have?" Bunny Girl pulled up her scissors, looking over them.

"Shame... I almost wanted to use these on you... But I think life in a sanatorium would be a better pay off, don't you?"

Maverick stared up at her, shaking.

"You're not going to get away with this..."