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Updated 8 years ago,July 27, 2017
So, this was a weird week for me.
And when I said near I wasnt underselling it either.
A few nights ago, I was awoken at 3 AM by a horrific noise coming from this school.
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What I was hearing sounded like a cross between a wailing infant and a howling coyote.
Apparently, someone had left a light on over there.
No, that wasnt right.
The school had been inactive since summer break started.
Someone had TURNED a light on over there.
The officers approached the schools front entrance, which they seemed more than a little surprised to find unlocked.
Tell me what about this image DOESN’T say “law-abiding citizen.”
And thats when I just about shat myself.
It looked too large to be a person and the shape of it didnt make any sense.
The resulting commotion must have drawn the officers directly to the cafeteria.
Just before they barged in a moment later, the silhouette crouched down out of sight of the window.
The cops didnt appear to detect anything strange as they started across the cafeteria.
My whole body tensed up as I unconsciously braced myself for the sound of screaming and gunfire.
I made my way back out front to see if their squad car was still there.
It was and it stayed that way for the rest of the night.
When I woke later that afternoon, the police vehicle was gone and the cafeteria window was dark.
~THE END~
…If youre still here, congratulations.
That was a test.
You passed and we are now friends.
Well, I WASNT.
That was a lie and I am sorry.
The coast looked clear and I started to slowly crouch-walk toward the building.
There was absolutely nothing about the schools cafeteria that seemed out of the ordinary.
I didnt see a thing in there that shouldnt have been.
There was a table against one wall that had an open laptop sitting on it.
This laptop was the source of the glow which had led me in here.
A muted episode ofFamily Guywas playing on the screen.
The craft comes off as emitting a glowing beam light from its underside.
You also left the door unlocked…AGAIN.
Thats the WHOLE point of us caring around the hard-copy.
On first glance, I had simply assumed that was were the school stored their especially valuable dry goods.
Basically, he looked like a radioactive version of the elephant man.
I assumed this was Arty from the Missing Persons Report.
There was a modified ball-gag covering the small oval port that used to be his mouth.
I suddenly recalled the howl-wailing from last night and realized that sound had been him.
I slowly stood and Arty, who was seated on a narrow cot, stood along with me.
I began to approach the cage, taking small cautious steps as I said, I read that file.
Id like to help you.
Its just that I dont know when that guys coming back or like… His sudden movement had startled me and I pointed a chastising finger at Arty as I said, Hey!
…That is NOT helping.
Arty grunted again but this time, the sound was a lot more pleading.
I threw up my own hands and said, Fine…
But just so you know, as soon as I turn this key, Im out of here.
I was a man of my word, too.
Arty was snaking his elongated form through the open window and dropped down beside me with a gelatinous wobble.
Apparently, he was a bit more dexterous in his current state than he looked.
We exchanged a desperate glance and I decided that I couldnt lead this mutated stray back to my place.
The fuck is this shit?!
I nodded toward the canal as we began and quietly muttered, Careful.
Theres gators in this mufucker.
There was a jagged length of metal pipe jutting out from the canal.
His mangled body tensed for a beat and then went limp as the life finally drained from him.
A few days later at around 2 AM, I woke up feeling really thirsty.
Thats when I spotted the man standing outside my kitchen window.
I froze in place, every muscle in my body locking up at the same time.
The man replied with a slow grin and I very clearly heard the words…
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