Cornering themselves

"Did they just, e-eat him or something? Good god, what the fresh hell." John quivered behind Carol, dreading for his life. They ran in sync until they were out of sight of the overtaken man-turned-spooky doll monster, and the other tinier replicas. "Yeah, oversouling. Pretty common technique for these sort of creatures that lack musclepower in the real world. The monster you saw earlier was just here to 'breed' those seemingly." Carol told him. She grabbed his arm and yanked him behind a corner, making sure that their pursuers were adequately distracted. Her blue hair shone brilliantly in the night, and despite the situation she was poised with wreckless confidence to have everything under control again. Carol whistled, stood at the very corner of the school building and waited.