Hey guys, so this is kind of wierd. I have a real creative writing class for the first time this year! Yay! I'm also in Writers guild at my school! Yay!!!!!!! I write a lot of short stories and wanted to do something with them so I thought I'd post them here and see if anyone likes them. This story is pretty creepy, and this is not what all of them are going to be like, it just happens to be the first good story I wrote in writers guild. Tell me What you think! Do you Love it? Hate it? Your opinion matters! What do you think of me doing this? Let me know by commenting!

He never spoke. He just kind of stared at people with those empty black eyes. They always had dark circles under them and seemed like they were staring straight into your soul. When he walked he always moved slowly, looking around at the other people nearby as if waiting for one of them to draw a knife, or waiting to draw a gun on one of them. His skin was pale, almost vampire white. He never dressed in black though, he wore jeans and a T-shirt like any normal person. Once a person walked up to him at the end of class, and looked him dead in the eye.

They said, "You know, you've always seemed like you might secretly be a serial killer to me. You're like right above clowns on my creepy scale."

He just smiled, it was the first time I'd ever seen him smile, and laughed, a quiet rumbling sound. Then he just walked away smiling. Neither of them came to school the next day.