All Chapters of Terrifying: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

School was again shocked by the death of a student named Avi Melinda. Her body was found in the school hall by Mr. Hilto while cleaning the hallway. According to the news circulating, Mr. Hilton was mopping the hallway floor Around 5:35 AM and found the hall doors opened. Feeling suspicious and curious, he then checked inside. Sure enough, a student was lying on a bench in the hall with her neck cut and blood splattered everywhere. He then called the police. The news spread very quickly, today one by one the guardians of the students came to the school to ask for a letter of transfer from Mrs. Elsa. They want to move their child to another school on the grounds that Elizabeth High School is no longer safe.The atmosphere was very tense in the hearts of us students who still survive. It can be seen from the list of students on the bulletin board of 643 students, now only 521 are left. Quite a drastic decrease. Uninhabited benches began to be moved into the warehouse by Mr. Hil

LAPD office, Los Angeles, CA. Several people were seen busy at their desks with various files and criminal reports.  Others are busy here and there doing their business.  Lorraine, who was currently working on a murder file in Brooklyn, received a report of a new murder case at a high school in Los Angeles. Lorraine immediately made a report and brought the file to Mark's desk who was focused on staring at the monitor screen. There is a report of a murder case at Elizabeth High School. A boy was found dead covered in blood in a corner of the school library. His body was found by a female student who also attended school there. The victim's name was Spancer and he was one of the students there.  He is a child who was reported missing by his parents two days ago." Mark accepted Lorraine's report, "Alright. The police and detectives will be on their way soon. Thank you!" Lorraine nodded and returned to her

Several students were seen getting off the school bus.  Some also come with their own cars.  The school has never burdened students with transportation.  Alex and Tom walked into the school.  They intend to meet the principal directly today. A school guard came to them.  He is not Mr.  Fridge last night.  The guard was taller and a bit thinner than Mr.  Fridge. "Excuse me, sir! We are from LAPD," ​​said Tom, showing his badge. "Hi. How I can help you?"  He asked with a suspicious look. "We want to see the principal," Tom replied. "He's not here yet, but I can walk you to the waiting room if you want." "Alright. No problem." The guard walked ahead of them.  Meanwhile, Tom and Alex followed behind.  He took them to the teacher's room and told them to wait there until the principal arrived. Just as the bell rang, a silver car cam

"I think I overheard you talking to someone?" "Yes. I was talking to someone on the cell phone." Mrs.  Karina nodded. "So, what brings you here?" "Oh, I want to give you the proposal file for the party supplies we rented. Everything is already there," said Mrs.  Karina while holding out a folder full of files. Mr.  Gordon immediately accepted, "Thank you." "Sure, sir." "Anything else?"  He really hoped that the woman in front of him would leave soon. "No. That's all."  Mrs.  Karina smiled, "Alright. Good night, sir." "Goodnight, Miss." Mrs.  Karina walked out of the room. Realizing the situation is safe.  Marco immediately came out from under the table. "We can't stay here too long. Get rid of the body immediately and I'll erase your traces on the CCTV footage!" Mr.  Gordo

Zooey walked up the stairs, while Jean followed behind.  They reached the third floor.  To their right is the library.  Zoey pointed to the left.  Then he stopped in front of a class. From outside came the voice of a teacher who was teaching.  Zooey looked scared and doubtful.  Seeing that, Jean could understand. "You can go if you want." Zooey looked at Jean, the man in front of her as if he could read her mind.  Without thinking, he immediately ran away.  Jean approached the classroom and knocked on the door. A woman with black hair and curly hair opened the classroom door.  He seemed surprised by Jean's arrival.  Even though he already knew that the police and detectives were down there to perform an autopsy on the body of one of the students there. "Hi, Ma'am. I am Jean from LAPD," ​​he said showing his badge. "Hi. I'm Mariah, how I can help you, sir?"