Fern glares at the monster, her brows furrowed. It was like this killer was playing with her. His breathing is shallow and she knew he could slam the locker door shut. Her only hiding place. She's peeking her face out as her bloodied hands press against it, the claustrophobic feeling overwhelming her senses, keeping the door from shutting and enveloping her in the small dark place again. He could keep her locked there forever. "Let go!" She snaps finally, feeling anxious and panicking. He chuckles. Fern's eyes widen. This killer chuckled at her.