this happened over 10 years ago when I was still at school my classmates and I
were waiting for our chemistry class we had a 15 minute break per day instead of
the usual 5-minute ones but some of us decided to just wait near the classroom
at the end of the corridor suddenly the door-handle started moving
by itself as if someone was pressing on it from the other side
somebody got locked inside the classroom we started calling to the person on the
other side of the door but they never responded instead they kept on pressing
the handle the presses weren't really regular sometimes the movement was calm
and sometimes more frantic seeing as they didn't respond we decided to slide
a piece of paper under the door that said is everything all right
or something similar one of us wrote the question on a scrap piece of paper and
when he slid it through the gap just partially something pulled it out of his
hand with some force the scrap of paper never returned and the handle stopped
moving now we're puzzled and anxiously waiting
for the class to begin to see who was messing with us
I'm the first person by the door when the teacher arrives we all enter and
nothing nobody's there the piece of paper is on the floor but nowhere near
the door that's when we remember that there's a small storage room near the
other end of the classroom where somebody could be hiding we tell the
teacher that there was someone locked in the classroom and we should probably
check the room at the back she reluctantly agrees and goes to check
it's empty we want to see it ourselves nothing there's nobody there and not a
place where one could hide the teacher seems annoyed that we're messing with
her and starts the class we returned to our desks completely baffled something
was behind that door we all knew that and the other thing was the classroom
was on the second floor and there was no chance that somebody escaped through the
window
you
this incident happened to me when I was a sixth grader attending middle school
probably back in the year 2010 I was barely 5 foot and weighed maybe around
70 pounds at this time basically I could have easily been attacked her kidnapped
had I stuck around long enough to find out I'm 19 years old now but still on
the short and light side and this memory still gives me chills when I think about
it even more so in the world we live in today and realizing I could still easily
be taken advantage of knowing that this incident happened has only made my
paranoia worse and it certainly made me more attentive of cars parked on the
side of the road it was around 6:30 in the morning my family and I had recently
moved to Southern California as we're a military family and tend to get orders
to move places normally my stepmom Jen would drive me to school to make sure I
wouldn't get lost but it had been a couple of weeks and I was familiar with
the area at the very least I was familiar with the walk to and from
school so I finished getting ready and head outside it was a warm crisp autumn
morning and there was a heavy fog hanging in the suburban town I lived in
I didn't think too much of it and crossed the street where my best friend
Lorraine lived when she entered the door she told me she was sick and wouldn't be
going to school that day I was a bit bummed out but I hoped that she felt
better soon then I walked about five houses down to Arianna's house it was a
mutual friend I met through Lorraine as it turns out Ariana had already left for
school I suddenly felt an unsettling feeling overcome me almost like a
warning that something bad might happen to me if I decided to walk alone I was
and still am a scaredy cat so I went back to my house Jen was visibly annoyed
that I wasn't on my way to school I said I was nervous because of the fog
she said that I'd be fine and pushed me out the door so I plugged in my iPod and
started the walk to school for the first 10 minutes or so nothing out of the
ordinary happened and I started to feel stupid for being scared I was on the
last neighborhood Street before reaching the main
and the school wasn't too far away so I'm walking on the sidewalk and there's
a small gray car parked a few feet before some concrete steps this means I
have to pass this car before I decide to take the shortcut by a man-made lake or
continue to walk straight to reach the main road I wasn't very far from the car
when I noticed that someone was in there and they had turned their headlights on
I pulled out one ear but for my ear and turned my music way down as I began to
approach this vehicle my heart was pounding in my chest that creepy feeling
was back and I didn't like how this guy was just sitting there idling I tried to
rationalize that maybe he was waiting on someone and him turning on his
headlights was just a coincidence and I could have believed that in fact I
almost did until I saw him the stood was the epitome of creepy at the time he had
to be 30 or 40 with greasy balding brown hair and brown eyes he was a large man
not quite obese though and I'm sure if he had gotten out of his car he would
have been at least 6 foot 3 because he looked like he hardly fit he were a
stained wife-beater tank top that I'm guessing must have been white at one
point and ratty old jeans there were patches of stubble scattered on his
cheeks chin and upper lip and his car was filled with smoke from a cigarette
one glance in his ashtray told me this wasn't the first one he had when he
noticed me staring at him as I started to walk by he gave me a wide smile that
showed off his yellow and brown teeth either a little girl here asked and I
felt my blood run cold where he going to school lead a ride he had a touch of an
accent that I thought was Spanish and I remembered how his arse rolled as he
called out to me I tightened my grip on my backpack and shook my head no thank
you pretty sure he asked me it's not a
problem a little girl like yourself shouldn't be walking to school on your
own especially in a fog like this bad things might happen to her
I didn't want to say anything because I was worried if I did he'd hear the fear
in my voice instead I kept walking heading towards the concrete steps that
led to the lake hey the man called after me hey get back here I'm talking to you
it's rude to ignore someone especially adults didn't your mommy and daddy ever
teach you that little girl I walked faster and this was about the
time I thought I heard the faint audible sound of his driver side door opening
fucking bitch he mumbled I can hear him wheezing
probably as he started getting out of the car but I didn't look behind me to
find out instead I started running down the stairs and along the sidewalk faster
than I had ever ran in my life when I thought I was at a safe distance I
turned and looked behind me but he was nowhere to be found and I breathed a
sigh of relief before heading to school and pretending everything was normal
though looking back now I really wish I had told someone after that I was more
than terrified to walk to school or home by myself I never saw that man again
though probably because he thought I had told someone about him in all reality I
really should have creepy greasy cigarette men let's never meet again
2003 I had just enrolled as a first year student in an old boarding school in my
country the buildings were old and there were plenty of large old looking trees
in the school compound there was even an out of bound area just behind the staffs
housings with ruins of old buildings in a small forest every night from 8:00 to
10:00 we were required to attend preparatory class where we would do our
own revisions in any homework in the academic building it was quite common
that some of the students in my class would fall asleep towards the end so
being the young teenagers we were we would often pull pranks on those who
were sleeping by quietly leaving the class and leaving them asleep in the
dark classroom alone often they would wake up in the middle of the night and
hurriedly run back to the dormitories but one night I was one of those who
fell asleep as I woke up I looked around my class in the darkness and realized
that I had been on the other side of the prank this time luckily I saw that six
other classmates were also sleeping at their desk
I woke them up so that we could return to the dormitories together I got five
of them awake but the last boy was not responding in any way as if he were in
too deep of a slumber after minutes of trying to wake him up all six of us
decided to leave him sleeping in the classroom and return to the dorms as we
walked in the cold dark walkway the chilly night wind blew and the big tree
swayed in the wind we chatted to keep our spirits up until we reached our
dorms however when we arrived we were shocked to see that the boy that we
tried to wake up was chatting happily with other classmates we asked him how
he arrived here so fast when he was still sleeping when we left the
classroom he looked at us bewildered and said he went back to the dorm with
everyone else and left six of us sleeping I was angry at this point and
insisted that there were seven boys including me in that class and the other
five boys confirmed that it was him that we were trying to wake up in the end all
of us just suddenly went quiet and went to bed
all of us graduated from the school five years later and we never could figure
out what the hell happened in that classroom it's the weirdest thing I've
ever encountered
after five years of teaching I'm sad to say that I've run into my first violent
incident I work in a so-called international program in China we run
our students through a battery of standardized tests the end goal being
acceptance at a Western college we split our curriculum up into three years and
our students hit the test of English as a foreign language or t OE FL for short
as freshmen for those outside the industry it probably makes sense to
start testing students English aptitude early on however the test is to test
students for college-level English ability so our 15 year olds are faced
with either understanding excerpts from college textbooks and lectures or
falling behind their classmates you can imagine the pressure that this puts on
the kids especially as they're trying to figure out who they are in this world
and whether or not they can fit in inter sway sway was a good student or at least
looked like one she was tall and had a bright smile all the other girls had
started to fill in throughout the year puberty decided to manifest herself on
her face instead of her hips besides the acne she also had a number
of odd habits that pushed people away from what I understand she seldom bathed
and had a penchant for taking off her shoes in class I never saw that myself
but every time we talked it was clear that oral hygiene wasn't a high priority
for her she was an odd duck to be sure but at the beginning of the year her
classmates accepted her quirks and she hung with the star students in China
testing is everything everything also works on what I refer to as a rank and
yank system that is classes are ranked from best to worst by test scores and
are we shuffled into other classes at least three times a semester in theory
this rewards hard-working students who know that their high scores will see
them rewarded however it means that all of the star students and up are together
in one class and all of the slack offs and rejects are shuffled into the lower
classes for reference class one is the best for us and class five is the worst
only one month into the school year was the first diagnostic test and the
results were not good for sway she honestly didn't stand a chance sways
only friend was a well-mannered girl who'd gone to an english-language school
since primary school whereas Suez family couldn't afford such expensive schooling
we're still there were several kids in the lower classes that also attended
English language schools and although her math and sciences were better than
theirs English is heavily weighted since we're an international program because
of one test score so I found herself shuffled out of a class of students who
cared about her and into a class of rich and spoiled slackers the first day I saw
her sitting in the back of class four my heart broke what was even worse was
seeing her old best friend making friends with all of the shining star
students from class one and leaving poor sway behind no longer did I see them
walk around arm-in-arm no longer did I even see them say hello but I was happy
to see was that sway it picked up her studying whereas she'd spent all of her
time on manga before she buried her nose in English vocabulary between classes in
preparation for the next test when she failed to move up after midterms she
started coming in during office hours to practice her spoke in English the system
sucks but honest to god I was happy to see that she was motivated now we would
discuss her sketchbook when she came in which I took particular interest in
because I'd been taking a drawing class with my wife in the evenings she drew
dark but beautiful things my favorite of which being a sunken eyed girl covered
in butterflies she even taught me how to sharpen a pencil with a knife you can
use more graphite this way she had said I was so damned happy because the sway I
had met at the beginning of the year I had no hope of knowing such a technical
word as graphite but then final exams came and she still
didn't move up each year when we reach spring semester our program moves into
test taking hacks and strategy we stopped teaching generalized lessons and
things like reading comprehension skills and go full bore into test preparation
this is in part necessary because good test scores are good for marketing we're
a private school and it keeps the parents from complaining this was when
sway began to collapse in on herself instead of coming in to talk she spent
every spare second of every day with her nose in a practice book of some sort her
classmates treated her as if she wasn't there and she made absolutely no move to
socialize as far as I could tell every single day I saw her taking practice
tests and swearing under her breath every single day she was looking more
and more hunched and drawn after about two months of this I came up to her
after class and asked her what she had drawn recently she rolled her eyes at me
and quietly carved the wood off of a pencil with her little utility knife as
I walked away one of the boys covered his nose and complained about her
halitosis suea was clearly suffering but she was
working so damn hard I never imagined her seeing anything but
success from her next test I don't think she was even trying to get back into the
same class as her friend anymore I don't think they were friends anymore for that
matter but what I saw was a student who was challenging herself and who would
finally see some payoff from her hard work after all
all she would do was study for the test and sharpen her pencils with that little
knife spring semesters midterm exam was a
full-length tof l test in one morning the students took the full test under
the same conditions they would take it officially on the test day in the summer
the students were randomly sorted into classrooms each with its own proctor
during the reading test i served as the walking proctor moving from room to room
and watching the kids from outside the classroom it's a little easier to catch
phones and things this way fifteen minutes into the test i got a text from
one of the Proctor's I caught zwei cheating it said what should I do
leave well enough alone I thought let the poor girl have a victory for once
this year of course that wouldn't work though being lacks on the school's no
tolerance cheating policy could put my job in jeopardy because of our office
hours time I figured that the blow of confiscating your test would come better
if it came from me so I made my way to the classroom to collect it myself when
I got there though the situation was tense
the proctor a plump woman about a head shorter than me scurried to the door she
handed me a small notepad filled with vocabulary words it didn't look like
cheating to me but judging by the Proctor's wide-eyed look the notepad
wasn't the real problem did you take away her test paper I asked she shook
her head and leaned in close she has a knife she whispered to me by the window
across from the door was zwei pencil in one hand and that little utility knife
in the other the proctor was obviously overreacting I thought zwei was an
artist and a quirky person at that she just had the knife to sharpen her
pencils is all I made my way to her desk she needed to be pulled out of the
classroom she needed a counselor probably more now than any other time
the school year I relaxed a little when I saw that she wasn't testing but was
drawing instead five pencils had been snapped and shredded onto her desk
though and her twitching right hand looked about too
at the six than half as she used it a white knuckled left hand held the
utility knife upright on the desk sway I said leaning beside her can he
come with me she didn't say anything you can finish her test if you want I
said I think you'd be more comfortable in the office though the pencil snapped
in her hand and she started working it with the knife her left hand was shaking
so hard that she cut herself blood beated up on her knuckle but she barely
seemed to notice it's okay I said we can go to the nurse there was no need to
comfort her though she'd already gone back to sketching blood trickled down
onto the page as she furiously shaded panting hurried halitosis laden breath
as she did so this was what panic looked like I thought this was what
hopelessness looked like this was what a student looked like when the system had
failed them her pencil hand was dripping red her knife hand was white with
tension and her face was devoid of all color she sketched as if that would save
her from her fate and I wish to God that I could she'd be at the bottom of her
class after this stunt though then she stopped drawing she looked up at nothing
give me the knife please I said I had seen what was about to happen a mere
second too late it took only an instant for the utility knife to twitch up into
her neck the delicate blade snapped off as it
slid underneath her jaw her thumb twitched up the knife's length coaxing
more knife out of the casing the new length was meant for the other side it
bit into my hand as I tried to stop its arc the second time the blade connected
with her neck had pulled free and I carved a capital C into the meat of my
hand as I wrenched it away from her I was far too late for the effort to make
any difference though the school paid for my stitches and I
got a week of paid leave to deal with the trauma they never told me what
actually happened to sway I just know that I never saw her at school again
best case scenario she had been expelled and was now receiving mental care what
seemed more likely was that she'd either succeeded in her public suicide or had
been shuffled off to an even worse school with even worse students the
question of which one is true often comes to me in my quieter moments I
tried to stop her that's what I keep telling myself however I'm reminded by
the scar so perfectly visible on my chalk hand that I didn't try hard enough
for her at the end of my week of leave I reluctantly finished upgrading my exams
a co-worker had delivered them to me the day after sways mistake as he called it
I let the test papers sit for as long as I could I didn't want to be reminded of
that day grading those papers was even worse than I imagined though because
someone had collected sways paper and it had gotten shuffled into the stack
dominating the page between brown droplets of blood was a sketch of a
sunken hide girl a kaleidoscope of butterflies around her neck
so my stepdad works in my primary school as a caretaker and would often work
through the summer holidays doing maintenance jobs around the school some
background our primary school was built on the grounds of an old elderly home
people who worked at the school had experienced paranormal activity before
but my stepdad was always very skeptical about this and never really believed
anyone that said so my mom older sister and myself would go and visit him to
have lunch in the summer holidays of course being in our primary school when
there was no teachers or other kids around was the coolest thing ever at the
time and myself and my sister would take full advantage of the empty classrooms
and play until mom said we had to go home one day we went to visit him as
usual my sister and I went off to play in the classrooms while my stepdad and
mom stayed in the staff room we decided to play hide-and-seek my sister said she
would go hide and I had to come find her after counting to fifty the school was
all on one floor but had about ten classrooms the layout of the school is a
square shape so you could walk all the way around and be back where you started
so my sister ran off to hide and I began counting once I had finished I began to
search for my sister I came to the last two classrooms which were sort of
separated from the older part of the building by a corridor down this
corridor were two doors one on either side and then in front of me two double
doors leading into the two classrooms I checked each door one to my left one
to my right both were locked I was getting pretty annoyed at this point
because I couldn't find her so I was shouting her name
I went through the double doors in front of me searched around both classrooms
and headed back to the double doors when I opened them I looked to my left and
the door that I had tried before was wide open the light was on and on the
floor in front of me in the hallway were loads of nails and screws turned upwards
if I didn't stop and look I would have stepped on them at this point I knew
something was up so I jumped over the nails and sprinted
back to the staff room where my parents were I got back and my sister was
sitting with my parents laughing her head off I knew she wasn't cruel enough
to put nails on the floor to potentially hurt me but I questioned her anyway I
was about 8 at the time and she was 10 so not something a child would do she
looked as shocked as me and claimed she had ran back to my parents as soon as I
started counting to trick me my parents as you can imagine were pretty concerned
as I could have fallen and hurt myself bad we all went back to the corridor and
the nails were still there standing on their head and the door was still wide
open with the light um my stepdad was dumbfounded as the only person who had a
key for that door was him and he always locked the school up once we were inside
for safety it's safe to say that I didn't go down that corridor on my own
or play hide-and-seek with my sister in the school anymore none of us can think
of an explanation other than that it was paranormal activity and like I said
other people who worked there have had experiences to the still creeps me out
as a 27 year old you
when I was in college I developed a bad habit now not alcohol or drugs something
far tamer than those I developed a habit of sleeping in class you see it seemed
as though every class I had fell right after a meal breakfast then comps I
lunch then general biology dinner than statistics as a result I tended to drift
off as the professor's lectured however it was an incident that occurred during
that last class that finally broke me of the habit for good most of my classes
were held in lecture halls at the Science Center a large multi-storied
concrete building with little in the way of decor from the outside it looked more
like a parking garage or a penitentiary than an educational facility inside
wasn't much better a drab featureless interior full of the same bland concrete
walls and dull florescent lighting only a small area on the third floor
dedicated to offices for the various staff had anything that added color to
the place one evening after a meal from the student union I sat in the back row
of my statistics course feeling the tug of my eyelids as the professor droned on
down in the front of the auditorium and my stomach digested my dinner you never
noticed yourself going to sleep unless you're actively fighting it and I was
not one to wage war on myself so it wasn't long before I was out chin in my
hands pen dangling from my fingertips hunched over a notebook full of
scribbles it wasn't unusual for the teacher to notice when someone was
snoozing in the middle of a lecture half the time it seemed like they didn't care
they're not paid to wake you up after all if you're not paying attention
they're not going to suffer a pay cut when he flunked out but some still take
a moment to call your name try to snap you out of it so when I heard my name
being called in the middle of sleeps dark and brace I quickly snapped to
attention and responded yes my face got really hot anticipating the
laughter of the other students but the moment quickly faded as I realized I was
sitting alone in a dark and empty classroom looking at my watch I realized
that I had actually managed to doze off to the entire hour and then some and it
was already past nine o'clock nobody had bothered to wake me either as a joke or
out of sheer obliviousness then I sat there wondering who called my name I
could still hear the voice in my head leaving me to wonder if maybe it had
been a dream but then the voice came again it was low echoing in the empty
room clearly not my imagination the auditorium was dark but I could still
make out much of the interior and the empty seats from the smidgen of yellow
lights that came through one of the exits especially from my position at the
top back row hello I called out into the empty blackness several steps down into
my left something shuffled moving along the row of seats I couldn't see it but
from the sound of it it seemed to be coming in my direction instinctively my
heart started racing and I stood up fumbling in the dark to find my books
and get out of there my pen fell to the floor and rolled off
the edge of the love lot was on and for the briefest moment I had the insane
thought that I needed to go get it but then the shuffling stopped and the room
went quiet and I stood frozen in my spot holding my breath and feeling my heart
beating in my ears it felt like minutes went by standing in that uncanny silence
I swear the only sound seemed to be the faint ticking of my watch the need to
move to get out of that room was overwhelming but some lingering thought
in the back of my mind wanted to hear whoever it was whatever it was and know
that I wasn't going crazy it obliged finally breaking the silence
by calling out my name again not with a friendly curious voice but one almost
devoid of emotion like a parrot repeating the sounds its owner makes but
not knowing what they mean when I gave no response it moved with a brushing
noise akin to someone crawling on their hands and knees then called again I
couldn't hold my breath in any longer and I exhaled raggedly my entire body
shaking with fear it was enough and the shuffling came again almost frenetic
moving to the middle of the aisle then up the steps toward where I stood
finally my fight-or-flight response kicked in and gripping my books tightly
under one arm I dashed for the other end of the row nearly tripping over my own
feet looking back over my shoulder the room was still incredibly dark but there
was enough contrast between the shadows and the objects that I could just make
out the form of whatever it was coming up around the edge of the desks it had
the appearance of a human being but its gait seemed more like that of a crab
walking on both hands and feet with its knees and elbows bent and its back
arched at an agonising looking angle something about its head also seemed off
the way it bobbed as the thing scuttled like it wasn't fully attached the
nightmare realized that I was on the move and began scrambling up onto the
desktops and a beeline straight for me as it clambered across the row it
started making this awful gibbering sound with an unnerving excitement - I
can't adequately describe the noise but I put the fear of God in me any faint
notion I had that I was being pranked went right out the window when that
thing came at me I hit the wall hard bruising my shoulder and tumbled down
the steps towards the front of the room through sheer determination I managed to
keep myself on my feet and tore out of that classroom without looking back
nobody was in the hall in fact nobody seemed to be in that part of the
building at all and why would they be there weren't any classes that late at
night and all the offices and study areas were
stories up the exit to the building was dark almost as dark as the lecture hall
but I didn't care I bolted out into the crisp night air startling several people
who were walking past and didn't stop running until I had made it back to my
dormitory where I hid in my room with the lights on
door locked and shades drawn until my roommate returned so what was it I don't
really know my strongest suspicion is based on a story I learned later while
talking about the incident with a grad student who had been studying at the
school for years according to her when the center was first being built one of
the construction workers paving the roof wasn't watching where he was going and
stepped on a skylight that happened to be set over a stairwell he plunged three
stories striking the railing several times and landing on his neck killing
him instantly whether that story is true or not I
can't be sure I couldn't find any news articles about construction accidents
and none of the professor's I asked would verify it nobody else has
described experiencing anything like it either
I'll tell you though after that I didn't visit the Science Center after dark and
I sure as hell never fell asleep in class again
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