unfinshed story 1The maniac's cruel, twisted face contorted in a fearful expression as he swung his large steel axe at the door. The 911 call made by the frantic preschool teacher on the other end could barely be heard as she screamed the address repeatedly. Ron's car pulled up a few seconds too late; the door was broken in and the maniac no where in sight. Ron rushed though the doorway knowing that the choices he made could either get him killed or manage to save another. He turned a corner and there stood the pale manic in what could only be called rags. The axe in his hand raised high over his head, pounding on the door where the kids and frantic teacher wunfinshed story 1
