Once upon a time a little old woman and a little old man lived in a cottage. One day the little old woman made a gingerbread man. She gave him currants for eyes and cherries for buttons. She put him in the oven to bake.
The killer smiled as they looked down at the red hair the spilled across the floor on their chosen room for the night. His practice victim looked worse than the red haired one but that was to be expected. Practice on someone he could care less about and get all the sloppiness out before moving to their choice target. The killer took their choice knife to the first victim but the second one would get so much better treatment this time around.
The smell of burnt flesh still lingered in the hallway as the attendant raced towards the smoke alarm that was going off. Running towards the smell, she had to stop and cover her mouth as she reached the room to open the door and let the smoke out. The smell hit her full force as she reacted to the smell. Charred skin on one while the other student had be decorated with their insides to resemble a gingerbread man.
