Taijo reached the second year class room and sat down on the first empty seat he could find. He paid attention intently to everything that was going on and found morning classes hard to keep up with. He didn’t realize missing the very start of classes was going to get him so far behind. Once his morning professors finally finished talking he took a breath. He was going to have to redo his schedule right away in order to add some more study time. He pulled out his little black leather, daily planner and immediately started writing in more study slots.<br/><br/>He didn’t even pay much attention that his fellow classmates where filing out of the room. That is until the door slammed. Talo looked at it and realized he was the only one in the room.<em>I should probably go grab something to eat</em>, he thought,<em> I can do the rest of this after I eat.</em>He looked down at his notebook and immediately gasped. His entire schedule was gone. The book was completely empty. He flipped from page to page to page until he found something that had writing on it. It said, “Are you following the schedule, Taijo?”<br/><br/>Tajio stood up, forcing his seat to fall over from his movement. It was the phrase his father would tell him every day of his life. He lived by it, but he had never written it in the book. The light changed almost suddenly. Talo looked at the outside window to see the moon in an eerie night sky. There was blood on the walls everywhere and it began to spell out the same phrase, “Are you following the schedule, Taijo? Are you following the schedule, Taijo?”<br/><br/>Taijo’s breath quickened. He was starting to get really scared, but he had no idea what was going on. He heard something. His book was shaking. The ink on it rose and started to take shape, but before Taijo could realize what it was it wrapped around his neck with lightning speed.<br/><br/>It was a hand, a giant shadowy hand had wrapped around Taijo’s neck like it was a can of soda. There was a shadowy arm connect to the hand and it was rising out of Talo’s scheduling book. Soon a shadowy torso and then an entire shadow body rose from the book. Taijo had to wrap his hands around the Shadow’s wrist to hold himself up as he was now being lifted off the ground. It’s head grew in last with a creepy,  plane smiling mask. The shadow, at full height, was more than double the size of Taijo.<br/><br/>Taijo was in a full thrown panic now. He was being held off the ground and strangled. He couldn’t call out for help. There was nothing he could do. In a last stitch effort to save himself he aimed a kick right at the shadows elbow joint. He hoped to break the elbow. There was an inhuman scream that echoed through the room. Taijo was dropped. He was out of breath, but he struggled to stand up and get into a fighting pose as quickly as possible. However, when he got to his feet it was all gone, the shadow monster, the blood, and it was bright and sunny out. Taijo was in complete shock. He was wheezing because he was out of breath. He looked around the room, but it was completely normal.<br/><br/><br/>He gathered his things quickly and ran out of the room. He didn’t want to be there another second at this point. He wanted air, fresh air and sunshine.  He ran up the corridors to the roof. He nearly slammed open the door, dropped his bag, and nearly threw himself at the large empty chain fence. His body was covered in sweat and anyone who touched him could tell he was damp. His breathing was labored and almost as soon as he stopped he had a dry coughing fit. He clung to the fence for dear life. Taijo didn’t even know he had a fresh bruise developing around his neck.<br/>