The Eyes Can't Understand What the Mind Sees

My name is Wesley. About 2 or 3 years ago, I went to school with a boy named Alex Treman. Nobody really gave him the sense of mind, including me. Comparing to all of the people who made fun of him, I was the worst. One day, doing our regular "pick on Alex" routine, the teacher (Mr. Pope)  came over to scold us about our wrong doings, when he suddenly relized, he don't recongnize Alex. Mr. Pope went up to him and asked "Who are you"? Alex pulled out a blade. He immediatly lunged toward Mr. Pope and started stabbing him repeatedly. As me and my classmates were running toward the door, I pressed the emergency button. As I looked back I saw Mr. Pope, Laying on the floor, with no eyes. Alex was nowhere to be found. I approached the mangled body and picked up a note Alex had left stapled to his chest. It read: "THE MIND CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE MIND SEES".

After the incident me and my family moved to Erwin, North Carolina. Me, bored as hell, flicked on the television to watch the 5 o' clock news. My heart stopped. There, on the television screen had a picture of my classmates from my old school, dead and eyeless. The newscaster spoke, ''8 student were found dead at 8:24 A.M. this morning. The student reportedly had notes stapled to their chests reading: "I'M COMING FOR YOU WESLEY. THERE'S NOWHERE TO HIDE". Now I'm sitting in my room writing this. He's coming for me, and there's nowhere to hide.