The hunt has begun. For the next eight days no senior is safe. Bonds will be broken. Friendships obliterated. Families thrown asunder. Loved ones cast aside to the savage teeth of high school seniors.
Senior Out has come.

I will come for you, in time. I took my first today. Easy, like a tiger I stalked. I followed, weaving between the bodies. The bell was to ring at any second. I was getting close. I saw my moment, a blink of the eye, and I had it my first card.

She begged me not to out her so soon. I could see the failure welling in her eyes, wishing she could have been smarter, faster, more aware. Wishing there was anything to be done that could save her. It was too late. The prize was mine.

I cherished the moment as I opened the envelope. What secrets did it hold? Whose
future did I hold within my grasp? My eyes raced, and tore through the words. I ravaged the page, searching for a name, my next victim. At last my eyes fell upon a name. I cherished it. Each letter more sensual than the last. I read YOUR name and I am ready.

Watch your backs in the mornings, during the few minutes of terror between periods, and until four in the afternoon. EVERY DAY. There is nowhere to hide. There is nowhere you can run that I cannot find you. No mountain high enough, no valley low enough, and no river wide enough to keep me from getting to you.

I am the Alien and you are Sigourney Weaver, running terrified through the cold steel passageways of a ship drifting through the endless expanse of space, and I am hungry.

I will find you. I will take you when you least expect it. Your cards will be mine. I will stalk you like I did my last, follow, just in the shadows. When you think you’re safe, I will strike. Around each corner I could hide, behind every door, or even under your bed. I am the Boogeyman. I am all you fear. I will be your end.

I have become Death.

Destroyer of Worlds.