Post by Nikki on Apr 19, 2008 6:44:40 GMT -6
Alright I go to a middle school and there is something really evil there. Last year when i was in seventh grade I had this teacher that was pretty mean, but there was something in that room, It was a black siolet I don't think anyone else saw it but me. It came up to me and hit me really hard in the shoulder on the last day of school last year. and now I am back in the school in 8th grade and It's back with friends. My locker combo can be made to 666 and that scares me, but the main point is that this thing is in my math and language class.
I was sitting in my language arts class and we were all working when a journal from the front of the room flow across the room, my pernment temporary sub teacher turned around and started screaming at us. We all sat there with the what the hell did we do look on our faces. she turned around again and it once again throw a text book across the room at her, it missed her and she yelled at us again and gave a few students detention. in the last five minutes of class i was it sitting in another desk laughing at us and staring at me, i guess its because he knew i could see him. then next class was social studies and it was hell, it did nothing but talk so that our teacher could hear it, he kept giving us more and more work to do. than a lab top that we were using broke and we got in even more trouble and again this thing was laughing.
That was it for that day. the next day i walked into the school and my hand which was at my side and no one was around me , started hurting I looked at my hand and my finger was gushing blood from a cut that i did not have when i came to school. my school was built on some sort of old barrel ground, that is a fact, that i looked up. and this thing is making all the kids in the school fight. so my friend and i made an official Quija board and a piece of paper every letter was written in another language. we used it and after getting a yes from are you a demon my friend Vincent let out a loud yell, he pulled up his shirt and there was this long cut along his wast and stomach. we could tell it was new because it was bleeding we also looked at the table and found there was no way that he could have cut himself on it. even when that happened we used it again and got a "A" for its name it wouldn't tell us anymore.
its still going on throwing things around our class rooms and getting us in trouble. But since i am the only one that it is paying attention to i have been the one that gets hit in the shoulder and cut. I have this huge brouse on my shoulder from when it hit me last time.
I was sitting in my language arts class and we were all working when a journal from the front of the room flow across the room, my pernment temporary sub teacher turned around and started screaming at us. We all sat there with the what the hell did we do look on our faces. she turned around again and it once again throw a text book across the room at her, it missed her and she yelled at us again and gave a few students detention. in the last five minutes of class i was it sitting in another desk laughing at us and staring at me, i guess its because he knew i could see him. then next class was social studies and it was hell, it did nothing but talk so that our teacher could hear it, he kept giving us more and more work to do. than a lab top that we were using broke and we got in even more trouble and again this thing was laughing.
That was it for that day. the next day i walked into the school and my hand which was at my side and no one was around me , started hurting I looked at my hand and my finger was gushing blood from a cut that i did not have when i came to school. my school was built on some sort of old barrel ground, that is a fact, that i looked up. and this thing is making all the kids in the school fight. so my friend and i made an official Quija board and a piece of paper every letter was written in another language. we used it and after getting a yes from are you a demon my friend Vincent let out a loud yell, he pulled up his shirt and there was this long cut along his wast and stomach. we could tell it was new because it was bleeding we also looked at the table and found there was no way that he could have cut himself on it. even when that happened we used it again and got a "A" for its name it wouldn't tell us anymore.
its still going on throwing things around our class rooms and getting us in trouble. But since i am the only one that it is paying attention to i have been the one that gets hit in the shoulder and cut. I have this huge brouse on my shoulder from when it hit me last time.