Mr Crueler

The English children of Partridge Secondary School always spread rumours about the terrifying ghost, that of the meanest teacher who ever lived, the one nicknamed Mr Crueler (whose real name was Robert Krueger). This cruel man was a math teacher back in the early 1960s when corporal punishment in schools was at its most infamous and terrible. If you're an Englishman, your parents have likely told you about the many hard spankings with wooden and metal rulers against their fingers and backsides. Or how these teachers used to physically wash soap into the mouths of naughty children who dared to swear in class. All of this sounds truly horrid, just imagine the frantic terror that must've horrified the poor minds of these young, innocent souls! However, there is an argument to be made that without such harsh teachings; it has resulted in fearless and ill tempered children who believe they are untouchable, they well and truly are until they turn 18 and then other adults will show them what a real fight looks like. If Mr Crueler was still around to this day, most teens nowadays would be scared, timid little boys and girls who wouldn't dare step or speak out of line in fear of getting the cane smacked across their delicate flesh! For you see; Mr Crueler wouldn't even allow a cough or an innocent yawn to disrupt his class without punishment, not even a sneeze was forgiven.
"Cover your mouth when you sneeze!" He'd yell far louder than the terrified student, "have you not heard of the black plague, you naughty child!" His voice was hideous and just nasty to hear, like an old dying frog with the aggression of a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth! Mr Crueler had a long, hook nose, one so sharp it could've cut hard, frozen butter. He was covered in boils, like the dirtiest teenager going through the worst of puberty. His clothes were the complete opposite of his monstrous features, for the old bastard always wore a perfectly ironed suit with a maroon red blazer and pants. A brown fedora sat upon his head, alongside a leather trench coat he wore, whenever he went outside. From a far, he looked like a 1940s detective or (more accurately) an Italian mobster about to unload a fully loaded Tommy gun onto the poor little children he taught. Mr Crueler was incredibly tall for someone living back in the 1960s, even today he'd seem taller and bulkier than most men. His dark, soulless eyes were the scariest thing about him, they were coloured brown, but it was a shade so dark and muddy, they resembled the blackest eyes of all, the devil's eyes. He had a pale complexion, like that of a vampire and his hat hid the giant bald spot, where long grey hairs hung loosely upon the back of his head. The man was simply ugly, not horrifying to witness, but certainly unpleasant and a bit weird. Unfortunately he suffered a war injury when bravely serving in world war 2, that of a long red scar which spread across his right eye (that was damaged beyond recovery), a black leather eye patch covered it, making him look like a strange pirate. Some year seven kids dared to call him 'Captain Krueger' because of his injury. Those kids wouldn't dare speak ill of Mr Crueler again, after he terrorised them for being too 'naughty!' as the mean teacher often said. Yet it wasn't just Mr Crueler's comical appearance, thunderous booming voice and aggression that made him so notorious. You see, Mr Crueler did something back in 1962 that many still talk about to this very, he killed a student! It was an 'accident' or so he claimed, when one of the girls he taught got more daring than ever before, she stood up in class on the last day of school in her senior year and roared at him, arguing that he was a monster of a man. The student was named Cindy Elise and she believed Mr Crueler's punishments were far too cruel and terrible, especially after all the years of trauma he had inflicted upon her in particular. Cindy thought she could express all of her frustrations, moments before leaving that horrible school forever, never to return. Of course, Mr Crueler wouldn't just stand there and allow such ridicule against him. No, no, he couldn't allow that, never let such blasphemy slip! So he yanked the 16 year old over his desk and punished her mercifully for hours and hours, her whole back was red with cuts and bruises, blood bursting everywhere as her screams were heard down the corridors outside the classroom (and still heard to this very day on rare occasions, especially at night). He beat her with his belt, the metal rulers, his wooden cane and bare fists, going way beyond what corporal punishment at the time deemed appropriate. He made everyone in class watch the whole ordeal, as he brought her closer and closer to death with every blow and insult swore into her crying face. Eventually she stopped moving, stopped crying and then her breathing ceased too. Cindy collapsed dead onto the hard wood floor, soaking the grain a dark red so permanent, there is still a darker patch of oak where her body once lay dead over 60 years ago to this day. The teachers tell kids the darker stain is just where the wood has aged, you may think the floors would have been renovated by now. Well they have been, at least five or six times since 1961, yet a dark stain where Cindy Elise died still shows upon that very spot and still will even a hundred years from now when the floor is made of stone, there will be a darker shade of marble on that very spot, even if the floor was made of metal, it would rust where she died. A permanent reminder of her cruel and tragic death, forever marking the school of Partridge no matter how many years, decades or perhaps centuries pass. After Cindy's death, the whole classroom screamed in terror, frantically escaping the scene of the murder. Even the other cruel teachers, who also used corporal punishment without remorse or mercy, thought Mr Crueler had gone way too far with his actions as Cindy's body was a hideous sight of battered flesh, red cuts, purple bruising and scars by the end of his savage punishment upon her. It was evident that this was a slow, tortuous and humiliating death, the worst kind of murder imaginable. Every surviving teenager in that class, would leave petrified of Mr Crueler and Partridge School too, never to truly recover from the PTSD he had gifted them as their final leaving present. In her dying moments, Cindy gravely regretted speaking her mind to Mr Crueler, she knew she was going to die and the fact she could have avoided this fate so easily was only adding salt to her wounds. There was a court hearing not long after Cindy's murder, to everyone's delight; the jury found Mr Crueler guilty without a shadow of a doubt. The mad, mean teacher was sentenced to death by public hanging, within the city centre of London. Hundreds, if not thousands of citizens gathered around the display like the best selling music concert in town. They were an angry mob of parents, fellow students from Partridge school and other teens who hated their cruel, harsh parents or teachers. A thousand voices roared at Mr Crueler, as he was brought to the stand. This chorus sounded like the angriest crowd of disappointed rock music fans, who only came to boo and scream obscenities at the terrible teacher, whose only crime was that he simply took his punishment against Cindy Elise way too far. Many still remember the dying man's words as the trap door below him opened.
"I curse you naughty children!" He barked, moments before his body hung limply from the neck by the slipknot, feet dangling several metres above the ground. Everyone cheered or gasped the moment he was executed, yet to the horror of many, he managed to slur a few more words.
"Curse you all... At Partridge School..." Mr Crueler choked then died, at last he was finally defeated and nobody paid much attention to his final threat. Believing it was the last ramblings of a psycho killer, one desperate to scare anybody before death. It seemed that for the next twenty years, Mr Crueler's curse remained an empty threat as school life went on perusal. Then it was in the mid 1980s when teenagers got a lot more rebellious and punk, that the ghost of Mr Crueler began to resurface.


It was a student named Heather Thompson who first saw him again in 1984, within the early days of October, Mr Crueler's ghost walked the halls of Partridge School. At first she thought this mysterious man in the trench coat and fedora was the school janitor, yet as she saw more and more of this stranger, she noticed he never carried a broom, mop, duster or any cleaning equipment whatsoever. He'd walk right through piles of tipped over rubbish, phasing in and out of them like the ghost he was. She figured her mind was playing tricks on her, the sight was like a video game character clipping through the 2D platforms. For a second there, Heather thought she was in a video game herself, a futuristic one where 3D gameplay and graphics finally took over the gaming industry and looked genuinely real. She laughed at the idea, watching in disbelief as the ghost of Mr Crueler defied all logic and physics. Then the mean teacher turned upon hearing her childish giggle, this was the first time she got a good look at his face. It was truly horrifying to witness, he appeared as a twenty year old corpse! The teacher was already ugly to begin with, but now his eyes were nothing but black, empty sockets full of maggots and flies. His skin flaked off in grotesque patches, green and yellow with years of decay. His hook nose was broken off in hideous chunks of devoured flesh, as if rats had feasted upon the zombie's face. His teeth were sharp and red, like a Vampire who only recently feasted upon fresh blood. Mr Crueler was a walking dead, like something out of the many horror films her boyfriend, Johnny Flash, made her watch in the cinemas on date nights. The ghost of Mr Crueler came storming towards her, screaming; "naughty girl! Naughty, naughty!" Heather screamed, so loud her vocals were burning madly! As she was overcome with frantic terror, covering her face in order to shield her eyes from the horror before her. Then she removed her hands and he, that terrible, awful and hideous ghoul was gone. Like he was nothing but a figment of her teenage imagination.
"I got to stop watching horror movies..." She said aloud.

Heather Thompson wasn't the only student to notice the ghost of Mr Crueler, as one day during the lunch hour; she was sat upon a dining table with her friend group. There was her boyfriend Johnny Flash, his best friend Gordon White and her two gal pals named Stacy West and Alisa Penny. The two girls were both blonde, unlike Heather who had brunette hair. Gordon was almost identical to Johnny, only he was a little shorter and slightly less handsome due to his dandruff and spots. Both lads had dark brown hair, styled in a very similar fashion that was popular at the time, that being long on top and short back and sides, combed over with hair gel. This was the final school year for all of them, as they were about to turn 17 and move on to college or work, where they would graduate from cruel teachers to equally nasty bosses or tutors. They thought the horrors of school were over, but it seems life is a constant prison sentence of bad jobs and overbearing instructors. They didn't know how grim their future would actually be, it all seemed bright at the end of that year. Only there was the horrifying elephant in the room, the sight of the cruelest teacher to ever walk earth. Because they had all seen Mr Crueler roaming the halls and school exterior from time to time. Heather wasn't the only one to be confronted by the devilish ghost. Johnny had a run in with Mr Crueler when he drove his dad's bright red sports car into the staff parking lot, that's when Mr Crueler came storming through the brick walls of the school, phasing right through them and floating up towards Johnny, snarling that hideous decayed face of pure horror!
"Bit young to be driving, aren't you?! You're not a teacher!" Mr Crueler roared, revealing his red vampire fangs, "naughty boy! Does your father know you're driving his car?!" The ghost asked, threateningly. Mr Crueler was right, Johnny didn't have a license because he was too young to have one, he had 'borrowed' his dad's car while he was in work. This was his sneaky little secret. Johnny just stared in terror, as the zombie before him screamed and screamed.
"I'll park elsewhere!" Johnny cried, pulling the red car into reverse and speeding from the school. Mr Crueler stood watching him from a far, sneering that god awful dead face of his, as Johnny drove frantically away, in absolute terror!

Stacy West saw the ghost of Mr Crueler too, she hated to admit that she could be a bit of a bully sometimes, picking on the newer girls, most of which weren't even 13 years old yet. It was pathetic behaviour, especially coming from someone who was almost an adult, she often picked on girls for wearing the school uniform unfashionably or for having terrible make up. She was a clever mean girl, one who never spoke out of line around the teachers or other adult staff, knowing they wouldn't allow such cruel bullying. Stacy often hated herself for this sometimes, often regretting her behaviour and developing a strange bipolar disorder as she'd be friendly one minute and terribly cruel an hour later to her victims. It was because Stacy had a drunk dad who always abused Stacy's mother and herself. Hitting and swearing was a common threat in the West household. Mr Crueler didn't know about her horrifying home life, nor did the ghost care. He saw Stacy for what she truly was; a foul mouthed young lady, one who needed to be disciplined. So one day, when she was all alone, walking out of school after suffering through another detention, Mr Crueler paid her an unwelcome visit. He appeared in the black shadows, between the dark corner walls exiting the school. Stacy first saw his shape, like that of a noir detective, stepping out into the dim electric lights that lit the exit above her. This silhouette was eerie enough, but it was when Mr Crueler revealed himself fully; that the true horror began. He looked thrice as terrifying in this dim, flickering light of orange, Halloween was just around the corner and Mr Crueler was the embodiment of everything wicked and horrifying to do with the season. Stacy was frightened, staring up at this tall, animated corpse that stood proud and full of malice. She was speechless, so Mr Crueler spoke instead, filling the silent void with the sounds of hell itself; his deathly voice, the darkest soul that she would ever meet.
"You're a bully, Stacy." The monster said. Stacy gulped, trembling in horror. Still she was silent and speechless, not quite believing her eyes as this zombie sneered its many sharp teeth of blood red daggers.
"I've seen you..." It continued, "you've been naughty... Very naughty! I would never let such a brat like you wreck havoc upon the younger students, not when I was alive! No way! No how! I'd have punished you severely!" Mr Crueler growled, yet Stacy could only shake her nervous legs in response. Her jaw remained dropped, breathing fast and hard in panicked breaths, it felt like her heart was about to burst from her tight little chest.
"You would be thrown over my desk! Stripped entirely, then whipped and battered red and bloody, for the whole class to see. You'd have screamed, cried and begged me to stop!" Mr Crueler stepped closer and she jumped back in shock, clutching her school shirt in fright, the thought of being humiliated like that was embarrassing to hear. She could imagine all her friends and enemies looking at her ultimate moment of shame and torment, everyone would know about it and she'd be bullied forever, it would ruin her popularity in school entirely!
"It's what you deserve!" Mr Crueler roared menacingly, attempting to strike her with his skeletal hand, at last; Stacy screamed! Then the ghost vanished.

Alisa Penny saw Mr Crueler during a particularly boring lesson in history class, the teacher Mr Andrew was a dull bloke whose voice was flat and uninteresting, he clearly didn't care about his job in the slightest. The guy had been teaching at Partridge School for over a decade and hated all the students, perhaps just as much as Mr Crueler, only Andrews was too lazy to dish out harsh punishments. It meant his lessons were always tiring and uneventful. The perfect excuse to get some shut eye, which many of the students did, sleeping in class. Mr Andrews would see them dosing off and he still wouldn't care, he was glad not to deal with them. However, the ghost of Mr Crueler was watching this classroom, shaking his head at Mr Andrews and the many students who clearly couldn't care. It made the ghost sad and angry, nobody else saw him, standing in the darkest corner of the room behind all the students. It was only Alisa who noticed the dead creep, she heard him groan. It was a low, unsettling sound, one that awoke Alisa from her daydream. She looked behind her and saw the zombie in the darkness, his eyes were red like fire, staring hatefully at the lazy teacher known as Mr Andrews, who sleepily announced that; "England won both world wars thanks to the aid of the Americans and... Other allies." He shrugged, as if not truly knowing the true history himself. Mr Andrews had a mug of coffee or tea in his right hand, that he often drank out of, as if on his lunch break. Mr Crueler obviously found this unprofessional, shaking his dead face in disapproval, grunting madly, sneering at the living teacher. Alisa stared in terror at this strange, undead monster, that was unexplainably haunting the school for reasons unknown. She had never heard about Mr Crueler or his horror story involving Cindy Elise. That true crime story was kept secret from the students to avoid mass hysteria, plus what parent on earth would send their kid to a school where a deranged killer was once dwelled? Nobody sane, not even the stingiest cheapskates would pay less to send their kids to Partridge School after knowing such horror. So this strange stranger, appearing randomly in Mr Andrews class for seemingly no reason was utterly terrifying to behold. Alisa thought she had imagined the zombie, in his fedora, red suit and brown trench coat. Yet, the creep show wasn't quite over, as Mr Crueler caught her eyes upon his, and he looked down upon her with a look of pure evil.
"Pay attention." Were his only words, speaking in that hideous voice, like that of a dying old fog with the madness of a wild coyote. Alisa straightened up and looked ahead at Mr Andrews instead, following Mr Crueler's advice. The lesson felt long and terrible, neverending as Mr Crueler's snarling was heard louder than Mr Andrews pathetic ramblings of incoherent history that contracted itself and made no sense. The whole experience was like a surreal nightmare of pure dread, deeply unsettling and bizarre in a nerve wracking way.

Mr Crueler had called Gordon White a pervert! When the lonely teenager was sneaking around the female students in the hallways of Partridge School, trying to get sideways glances at their bodies without getting noticed; Mr Crueler had seen the whole pathetic act, just like so many young ladies who chose to ignore Gordon out of fear. However Mr Crueler would give the young lad something truly terrifying to face, as Gordon walked snuck into the girl's changing room and entered the showers. Fortunately, none of them were in there, so he didn't see anything he had no right to witness. However, one of the shower heads was turned on, raining hot water down onto the white tiled floor. Gordon expected to see beauty, only he saw Mr Crueler instead, standing tall and wet in the shower, his old fashioned clothes were soaked head to toe, making the zombie look most frightening of all.
"Not what you were expecting, you little pervert?!" The cruel ghost mocked, snarling menacingly at short little Gordon. The teenage boy squirmed, fidgeting with his hands; his little nervous twitch.

"Speechless, just like Stacy!" Mr Crueler added, "you rats are all the same, cowardly little bastards!" The ghost growled stepping closer to Gordon. Just like with Stacy, he also jumped back in terror, unable to scream as his throat felt too dry, as if his vocal cords had dried out and vanished entirely. The hot water seemed to melt Mr Crueler's skin, as it pulled down his flaky cheeks and facial muscles like a runny candle. Fresh, red blood burst from his veins, snatching away to reveal his mouldy green skull beneath. Ants, cockroaches, centipedes, spiders and worms all crawled out of his rotten remains, squirming on the wet floor before Gordon's feet. Soon all of Mr Crueler's skin would become a grotesque pink puddle on the floor, as the ghost's blackened bones would protrude outwards from under his red suit. His clothes would drop entirely to the ground, leaving Gordon face to face with the rotting skeleton! Gordon finally spun and ran, exiting the girl's changing room in a fit of frantic terror! Later when he told this story to Heather, Stacy and Alisa; he lied and said this happened in the boy's changing room instead, so as not to reveal he was a peeping tom.

Not one of the students understood who this ghost was, or why Mr Crueler was haunting the school, nor could they explain why only they had seen him. So they all started digging, uncovering Partridge School's past by asking teachers, their parents and by reading old newspapers about the school and its forgotten past. Heather's mother, Elizabeth, told her that Mr Crueler was a teacher who killed a young girl named Cindy Elise when she attended that very same school in the 1960s. Stacy and Alisa found old news articles about the killer teacher, whose last words were; "curse you all at Partridge School" yet no sightings of the ghost were ever reported. Gordon and Johnny teamed up by asking the teachers around school, many of them dismissed their stories, where only a few acknowledged the dark secret of Mr Robert Krueger, who was the cruelest teacher the school ever faced, yet they never mentioned his murder or public hanging in London, this in attempt to claim the rumours were nothing but childish ghost stories spread by imaginative students. Not one of them knew how to handle this information. So there was a horror movie villain haunting the school, it couldn't physically hurt them, so why was it haunting them? What was its goal. They all realised the truth was that Mr Crueler only approached them for misbehaving. Heather laughed at him, so he warned her to behave. Johnny pulled up in a stolen ("borrowed") car and parked it illegally. Stacy was a bully, who met her maker. Alisa almost fell asleep in history class, so he wasn't happy about that! Gordon got caught in the girl's changing room. They had all broken school rules and so decided to behave themselves from now on. Then they stopped seeing that ugly, monstrous ghost.

That was until Halloween. The school hosted a party that night, one where all the students could dress up as their favourite characters or fancy dress if they so chose. Many arrived as their favourite horror villain from the many slasher films that dominated cinema at the time. This was something many of the teachers disapproved of, yet still allowed. Mr Crueler however, despite being a ghost who died in the 1960s, was somehow aware that the students were attending this party as hideous monsters and supernatural serial killers. Mr Crueler did not condone this dress code and he certainly didn't like it, not one bit. To his greatest disappointment, Johnny Flash was dressed as a white masked killer in blue overalls. Gordon wore a stripey red and green jumper with a fedora and finger knives. Heather came as a corpse bride with zombie make-up (that Mr Crueler found deeply offensive due to his weathered appearance). Alisa wore something incredibly inappropriate for a young woman her age and Stacy dressed as a witch with green skin and grotesque features. So after seeing the students he warned, dressed so scary and rude; Mr Crueler changed his mind about not harming them. Now he needed to punish them! On Halloween night, the ghost was at his most powerful, as the 31st of October was when dead spirits like himself were most powerful! So he watched them all, floating above them where it was most dark, hidden completely from the disco lights that lit the school hall, which had been converted into a dance floor, as all the wooden benches had been taken into storage. The teenage students enjoyed their Halloween night, it was like an early prom. Mr Crueler spotted Gordon up to his old tricks, staring at the girls. Even Stacy was mocking the younger students for having worse costumes than her. Heather laughed alongside her and Johnny was showing off again. Alisa looked bored and moody, Mr Crueler didn't like her either. He hated them all. So, so much. It was when Johnny pulled out a hidden bottle of vodka, deep from within his blue overalls; that Mr Crueler became most enraged. Then the show-off poured the alcohol into the punch, where hundreds of underage teens were going to drink from! Not even 30 seconds after Johnny did that, the punch bowl went flying across the room, smashing onto the floor in a million, sharp glass pieces! It was like some invisible teacher had caught Johnny in the act and reacted accordingly.

"Naughty... Naughty..." The ghostly voice of Mr Crueler spoke, Johnny could hear it loud and clear, as if speaking directly into his right ear drum. Mr Crueler had remained invisible, like the ghost he was, yet Johnny knew it was him. He recognised his awful, demonic voice and could feel that hellish presence of his. Johnny knew he was in trouble, so he ran like a flash, exiting the dancefloor to the protest of many other students who liked him so much. It was in the dark lit corridors where Mr Crueler first showed himself physically, marching towards Johnny at a speed supernatural and terrifying! Johnny spun and ran the other way, only for Mr Crueler to teleport directly in front of him and strangle his neck, lifting the teen's body up above the floor, and crashing him into the back of the metal lockers that decorated the walls. Johnny fell, as if losing all control of his leg muscles, staring up at the giant zombie whose eyes were green flames of fury and cruelty. Mr Crueler brandished a long, metallic whip from his trenchcoat and began beating the poor boy senselessly with it. Nobody would see him suffering, as everyone, including all the teachers; were too busy in the hall celebrating Halloween. Even if somebody did happen to venture out onto the corridors to visit the toilet or take a break, Mr Crueler would be invisible to them anyway, all they would see is Johnny crying on the floor, cowering from some invisible beast that was tearing his skin apart into gross, bloody chunks! Johnny screamed and screamed, begging for mercy, demanding that Mr Crueler stop! Yet, the cruel ghost did not, he beat Johnny to a pulp until he stopped breathing. Johnny's last breath was a gasp of frantic terror, before finally sleeping eternally, bleeding out like a tap of red paint all across the corridor floors. Nobody would discover his body until the Halloween party was over and done with, three hours after his death. Mr Crueler became invisible again and ventured back onto the dancefloor, watching the students with the utmost contempt, just waiting for them to slip up and do something naughty! Stacy was picking on a year seven again, Heather was laughing along and the younger girl got very upset, throwing the punch out of her paper cup all over the bully. Stacy sneered, but fortunately didn't attack her own victim, she instead stormed off to the girl's bathroom to clean up the drink that now stained her Halloween costume. Mr Crueler watched the teen girl wander down the corridors, opposite the one Johnny had died in. He waited until she was standing in the mirror, washing her witch dress with blue paper towels. Then, when she looked up at her own reflection, there he was. Standing right behind her, she could see the monster face to face in that mirror. She screamed and turned, to see the ghost before her very eyes, leering closer and closer to her, reaching out to touch. Stacy dodged and ran, unfortunately tripping over on the wet dark floor of the bathroom's slippery tiles. She fell with a great big thud, bruising her legs and arms, it was agony, matching the terror she felt about the zombie teacher staring down at her with pure malice.

"I warned you, didn't I?!" Mr Crueler roared, like that of a starving tiger.

"I- I- I'm s- s- sorry, I forgot!" Stacy cried and cried, but the monster did not care, not one little bit!

"You stupid, little brat!" Mr Crueler raged, stepping down onto her already injured foot. Stacy gasped.

"You're hurting me! Please! I'm sorry, I won't bully again. Surely I won't!"

"You said that before!" The monster stamped on her legs like a toddler stomping on ants. Then he kicked the witch make-up right off her face with his skeletal foot. Blood burst from her busted nose, leaking darkly all over the bathroom floor.

"Now look at you, little piggy!" He commented on her bleeding nose.

"St- stop it!" She wept, hiding her beaten face behind her hands.

"When I'm done with you, girly, you'll be the ugliest duckling in town!" Mr Crueler laughed, evilly, as if enjoying every moment of the frantic terror he forced upon his prey! An hour later, another girl would find Stacy's face caved in like a smashed up pumpkin. Before that however, Mr Crueler returned to the dancefloor yet again and crept around invisibly. He saw Gordon literally chasing a girl he liked, acting as the horror character that Mr Crueler didn't know about, but somehow knew it was likely from an inappropriate monster movie. The girl looked genuinely frightened and he ran after her, laughing, all the way outside into the black night and onto the green field that stretched outside the school. Gordon wouldn't see Mr Crueler until it was far too late. The girl he fancied was named Danielle Carr and what she saw, was something she'd never forget or truly understand. It appeared as though a huge, bloody hole was punctured straight through Gordon's chest, as if some grotesque alien had burst out of him, like a scene from a sci-fi horror film. Gordon gasped, coughing up gross gore, which bubbled all the way down his stripey jumper. He turned his head and saw the villain; Mr Crueler had stabbed a wooden cane straight through his heart, like Gordon was a Vampire who just got staked.

"How's that, for penetration?!" The ghost mocked, grinning wickedly.

"Wh- why?!" Gordon asked. Poor Danielle Carr couldn't see Mr Crueler, but watching Gordon speak to the invisible killer behind him was unnerving enough.

"You know why, because you're awful, Gordon."

"Aw- awful?!" Gordon spat up more blood, "how am I- I... Awful?!"

"Chasing that poor girl out here, being a peeping tom..." Mr Crueler shook his head, "now you'll get what you fucking deserve!" Mr Crueler roared, swinging back his wooden cane and re-entering it deeper into Gordon's upper body, piercing his heart into a million bloody pieces. Gordon felt his blood run ice cold and sleep, never to awake. Danielle Carr screamed, running further and further away from the school. She'd be found the next day, crying in the middle of the nearby forest. Mr Crueler was glad to see her run away, rather than towards the school. This meant he could continue his punishments without any interruptions! So he flew back into the dancefloor and soon the Halloween party would end. Now only Alisa and Heather remained, he wanted to kill Heather, but the laughing girl had remained with friends all night, although she did cry because it seemed as though her boyfriend Johnny Flash had abandoned her and left the party far too early. Little did she know the truth was far worse! She and Alisa left the party once it finished with the rest of the students and soon they'd all discover the stinking, rotting remains of Johnny Flash, brutally murdered in the school's corridor. Everyone screamed, even the teachers. The teens of Partridge school fled the school in frantic terror, running over each other like a terrible, thunderous stampede! Alisa and Heather could hear Mr Crueler's voice, his evil chuckling mixed in with the screams of pure horror. He approached them in that dark, claustrophobic corridor of screams, as the lights suddenly flickered and shut off, leaving them all in complete darkness. It was like the scariest haunted house experience any of them had ever stepped into. Alisa saw the ghost's silhouette, that noir detective shape; the long trench coat and pointy fedora.

"It's him!" She pointed, calling out to Heather, who had already run halfway towards the exit ahead of them.

"No wai-"

"School's out, bitch!" Mr Crueler laughed, before punching her so hard, she flew high up into the air like a rocket, smashing against the walls. That seriously injured Alisa, but it was the thousand, running students from the rest of the school's scared teens, that knocked her over onto her back, then she was squashed like tomato juice under the feet of all those heavy footsteps! This is what killed her too, nobody could see the murder they all committed upon her in that pitch black darkness. Only Heather Thompson escaped alive. All of her friends bodies were found the following morning, their deaths were unexplainable. All of which were ruled as suicides, as the police couldn't possibly find the true, supernatural killer behind this cruelty. Heather moved to another school after this horror story, she never saw the devil known as Mr Crueler ever again!