Your name is Billy Henderson. You are a tiny--4'8, 88-pound--13-year-old boy about to start your first day of school in a new town all the way across the country. Your dad got transferred here unexpectedly three weeks ago, and you still haven't fully adjusted. In fact, you forgot to account for the change in time zone, so you accidentally set your alarm three hours early: when you woke up, it was pitch black outside!
Still, you couldn't get back to sleep, so you got dressed and went out to see if there was any sort of early school bus. To your surprise, there was, and you got on. You weren't--and aren't--quite sure why, but a little voice in your head told you it was the smart thing to do. Maybe it was the light--or lack thereof--but you got a headache from looking at the driver and passengers for very long--all you could make out was a series of vaguely humanoid shapes and an empty spot just for you. As the bus moved on, your headache got worse and worse, and eventually you closed your eyes and fell asleep.
You wish you were still asleep now, but you know you can't be. You're in a very unfamiliar place--a red, firey, hellish place filled with evil, cackling laughs and screams of agony. Hideous, misshapen things drag you into what a classroom would look like if it had been designed by someone with a very evil notion of what a classroom should look like. They force you to sit front and center, and then leave you, alone, in the classroom from hell for fifteen minutes of eerie silence. Finally, you hear a deep, loud, and throaty--but no less feminine--voice call out from the hallway.
"Well, well, well, Billy," says the voice. "If I'd have known it was so easy to catch you, I'd have done it years ago!" You stare in wide-eyed horror as the voice's owner, a terrifying female demon dressed in a teacher's outfit from a fetish catalog stomps into the room. She's much, much taller than you (at least eight feet) and looks like ...