"Give me that pen," said a low harsh voice.

         Our screams burst from our lungs.

         The caretaker had slipped into the room behind our backs. His hulking figure reminded me of a great ape. His forehead was low, bulging out above his mean, small eyes.

         "Give it to me now," he snarled.

         Ukwon glared at him. "And if i don't?"

         The caretaker pushed me aside and stepped toward Ukwon."You do as i say or you'll join her". My stomach was seething pit of raw fear. "Ukwon, run for your life!" I shouted wildly. "Don't let him get you!"

         The caretaker lunged forward but Zico stuck out his foot. The gigantic hulk cursed and went crashing to the floor with a cry of pain. Ukwon swung round and wrote a word on the board says 'HELP' in backwards.

         The next moment the whiteboard rippled like an angry white sea. And from its depths came the twisted, melted remains of Miss Wydre, Her distorted face a mass of pink slime, her eyes red pinpoints of hatred. She flung herself through the air with a wild, noise like the howls of a wounded animal. Behind her, the surface of the whiteboard returned to normal.The caretaker's screams of terror died as she fell upon him, her claws finding his throat.

         Seconds later, we heard the door squeak. "Wydre! Stop that at once!" cried another voice. And Miss Hayoung strode into the room.