ShaD-23

 He was a simple boy; he believed in the paranormal, went to school, and schemed long into the night. However, something dark pulsed inside of him. Something sinister, blood thirsty. Maybe that was why he was only mildly surprised when he shoved a toilet paper roll down a student's throat, two more littering the ground, blood emptying to the cold bathroom floor. He washed away the blood and acted like nothing happened. But something had happened. He had fed the monster; a monster that wouldn't stop eating until he was dead. The second time, though, he was surprised—disgusted—by the maimed corpse at his feet. Its blood covered his