"A monster?" Whoever it was ignored Kimmie's request to state their name in position, sounding really suspicious now. "That's it, I'm telling the principal himself about this!" They would hear her ranting and raving even as the sound of high-heels clicked down the hallway, eventually fading off into nothing.

They could sit there as long as they liked, but would only hear the sounds of other girls. No monsters. No crunching.

When they finally dared to look out the hallway... well, there was nothing there, either. No sign of the crazed, babbling man or the tentacle monster, no blood. Nothing.

Had they imagined the whole thing? Surely not, considering the marks on Kimmie's neck.

Still, having a long talk with the principal about unruly and disrespectful behavior would be their only reward for 'surviving' the terrifying ordeal. If it had happened at all.