You were at school taking your night classes. You had been picked on earlier that day which made things worse since no one remembered your birthday. While walking to your locker the smell of something rotten filled your nostrils, making your stomach turn. It was coming from your locker. Inside was the corpse of the person who picked on you, a party hat on his head with candles stuck in his eyes “Happy Birthday!~” he said while hugging you from behind, blood on his face