You’re in math class. It’s the third day. You’re adjusting well to your new school. For some reason you feel some erie presence nearby, accompanied by distant footsteps approaching. It’s probably nothing. Or so you tell yourself. Weather has been oddly nice. The normally malevolent skies of Minnesota have adopted the trait of mercy today, with a bright sun and a constant cool breeze. The teacher has just begun his lesson. And out of the ether comes the thunderous crash of the door bursting open. “GUTEN MORGEN, MEIN KLASSENKAMERADEN,” you hear bellowed out before… He walks in. “ICH HEIST HEILIGEN”, the new student continues. With him comes the faint scent of sauerkraut, looming over like a wraith. In the back of your mind, you vaguely hear “Erika” played on harmonica. And that’s where it becomes painfully undeniable. The nightmare has just begun