My name is Cassandra Hack

I grew up in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin and lived with my mother, Delilah Hack. My father left us almost right after I was born with no word as to why. I was bullied in school for being different, and was considered a "freak" in the eyes of others, which pissed me off and only made me bitter towards school. Unbeknownst to me, my mother--who was the lunch lady at my school--was keeping an eye on what was happening to me while there. A little bit after she started noticing that, the school started noticing students mysteriously disappearing.

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And then we all started noticing how much more grosser "mystery meat" at the cafeteria started to taste. Everyone started pointing fingers to the lunch lady--my mother. Eventually it was discovered that my mother had been punishing those bullies that had mistreated me by making "mystery meat" out of them. Eventually the police confronted her and before she could be taken into custody, she took her own life by shoving her face into a boiling pot of gravy... Now I had no one to look after me.

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You would think that after moving schools and being taken in by foster parents I would get a fresh start. No. Wrong. Everyone knew I was the daughter of the infamous Lunch Lady, which only made me even more unpopular. Unfortunately, the disappearance of more students started happening again. I could only think of one thing: my mother.

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I had to find out how and if this was possible. Could my mother still be alive? She was. Eventually I confronted her, realizing it wasn't my mother. It was a nastier and much more violent version of my mother. I didn't know it then, but soon I would come to understand that she had returned from the dead, in the form of a "slasher."

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I couldn't let her get away with it anymore. I had to stop her. So we faced each other, and only I came out of the confrontation alive. My mother died once again. And I had a thousand questions.