Her crayons ground out a foreboding warning

Her crayons ground out a foreboding warning on the page. Her parents and principle called a meeting to decide how to get her to draw rainbows, but there were no rainbows in hell.

The child's crayon drawing depicted what appeared to be her own parents, headless, with a demon -- was it Spongebob? -- sucking on the severed heads. The school psychologist had

another drink. 151 and diet coke in a big gulp cup. She was blurry eyed and seeing double, so when she saw the kid's picture, she missed her chance to spot a serial killer, instead

she listened listlessly to the Cadillacs' version of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, unaware of the serial killer, who

was lowering himself down the chimney. The intruder slipped. He landed on the charred logs in a cloud of ashes. He coughed.

He kept still for a moment. Had she heard him? Minutes passed and no one had stirred, so slowly he began to make his way towards her room, sweat beading on his forehead as he held

the giant bug named Steve. He slowly turned the doornob.... when suddenly her eyes flicked open. He knew he was going to die.

He saw his last moments of his life. His happyness and his sadness. And no one will ever know what will happen until...

The yellow wave of perplexed orange gupp flew through the air briskly as the guy was hit in the flabsack