I merely laughed when I read the headlines on the front page, "Unknown Killer Slaughters Dozens More". Still laughing, I slowly picked up my coffee mug and took a sip of coffee.

I came to my senses and continues to read the newspaper to where it started to mention that blood was found leaving the scene of the crime. They believed that it may be the blood of the killer. I looked over my entire body to see if there were any wounds; there were none. I felt slightly reassured about the slaugthers from last night.

I gethered my school books from the closet and set them outside the dark, damp closet. Before closing the closet door, I noticed last year's Halloween costume, a very detailed tiger costume, hanging close to the closing door. I checked everything in the room, as if I wasn't returning. Then I left for my last day of night school.

I arrived fashionably early to Drama Production (first period) and took my seat, waiting for the right time to spring my diabolical trap. Without a shred of what lied ahead that dreadful night, Heather skipped to her seat. Mike missed the start of class - like usual. Before taking his seat, he lightly pushed mee as he slouched past me.

"Poor 'Midget' Mike," I said coldly, "you don't know the ugly fate we're going to suffer!"

"What do you mean by that?" Sara commented.

"What do I mean?" I replied bitterly. "All I'm trying to say is that this class is one that hasn't been 'visited' by that killer. Lucky for us, the killings have been moving away from this class... I feel bad for our friends, those whom we cared for, were lost. Well, at least they left their legacy with us to remember them by."

"Why aren't you laughing?" Heather barked.

"I already did that," I replied, "once when the morning paper arrived, mainly because it was on time on time for once, and the other time was upon the arrival of the evening paper. Then I looked through my year book and recalled what that individual left behind to remind us of them."

"I'm sorry about the way I treated you this week," Heather appologized sweetly. "All this time you were kind, while I thought you were cruel."

"It's perfectly all right for the way you acted," I commended, "I only laugh to remain on the upside of things. Your friends don't want you to be sad when they are gone. Although it is a basic emotion that everyone feels eventually." I don't let my emotions muddle my judgement.

Mrs. Palermo, "Crazy" Cindi, "Kooky" Candi, Sara, Kym, and Heather left to get some supplies from Mrs. Porter's room. No more than a minute had past since the door closed, when the glass in the back of the room flew apart; standing on the broken glass was the figure of a person in the tiger mascot costume. Instead of it being loose fiting, it (the costume) was tight against his muscular body. He stood about my height.

Heads broke open when they collided with the chalkboard. Brain matter oozed from the ears, nose, and any open wounds in the heads. Arms, legs, and heads, broke through closed windows and out of the window in the classroom door. Blood splattered from wall to wall and even off the ceiling. Bones splintered and flesh tore as the monster began to feed on the students. He slashed open faces of the students who tried to free their friends from the monster's deadly grasp. The others had their body parts thrown around the room and bowls were strewn from the theater lights, on the chalkboard, and on the floor.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Palermo and the others were about to leave Mrs. Porter's room when they heard the glass shattering and screams for help echoed through the hallway.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!" a student screamed wildly. "The deranged killer is in this building!"

Mrs. Porter crashed into the wall while trying to get to the phone.

"Office," she cried, "call the police! The killer is attacking a class within the English Department Building!"

Once she hung up the phone, she and everyone in her room heard the mighty roar of the killer as he broke through one of the partly broken windows.

Minutes later, the police finally made it, but they slipped on the blood, guts, and what was left of the students. They made a full investigation, and I was the only survivor that was completely intact. The others in the class died, including the other survivor.

When the officer told me what happened, I gave them a description of the killer and what happened:

"When he came in one window, I left through one of the others. He was, uh... about six foot two... very muscular and weighed around three hundred pounds. At the time he was wearing an elastic-fiber tiger costume and the helmet for it, too. He also had on tattered clothes; he reminded me of something from Jekyll and Hyde. I," I sighed, "sure hope you get this madman... May I go now?"

"I think you should go to the hospital," one of the officers told me. "You have some nasty wounds that need to be tended to."

I looked over my body, and when I viewed myself in a piece of broken glass, I notices several lacerations upon my face and flesh dangling from my thigh. The wounds would take from several months to a year to heal.

Now, about the "killer", he has never been seen since that day, I must tell you the horrible truth - I was the killer. I couldn't help but to destroy them all. I wanted to make sure that no one knew about my wild side.

As for the costume, there was none. It was the wild side I warned everyone about. Like Jekyll, I had another side; except I was not caught.

I doubt I change back to the killer ever again. The task I hoped to accomplish -- to get rid of all the people who made me mad -- was now completed.

Remember, you never truly know a person, friend or foe, until you see the whole person from top to bottom.