Video 2 : There’s something wrong with my school- everyone is fake

 First, let me preface this by saying that I have no history of hallucinations, paranoia, or any mental illnesses of any sort.

I’m only sharing my story on here in hopes that someone will believe that I’m not crazy, and that this actually happened. As of right now, my parents, my friends, and the school faculty all think that I’m imagining the crazy events that happened a few days ago.

I’m obviously not going to say what school I go to, but I can tell you that it is a high-school, and it is a religious school in America. So, last Thursday, there wasn’t supposed to be any school due to a faculty meeting.

Every Monday, we are regularly emailed the upcoming events of the week. The schedule looked a little something like this:

Week at a glance!

Monday: driving safety chapel

Tuesday: sneak peek of upcoming play in the performing arts centre

Wednesday: winter formal announcements chapel

Thursday: NO SCHOOL- faculty meeting

Friday: praise and prayer chapel

So, as you can see, it clearly states that there is no school on Thursday. Faculty meetings occur a lot, so it’s pretty normal for us to have 4 day weeks a few times a month every couple months or so.

On Wednesday, teachers were telling us to have a good day off. My classmates were yawning and expressing how thankful they are that they get to sleep in on Thursday.

The last thing I remember is my principal standing at the school gates telling everyone to, and I quote, “have a great day off tomorrow!”

Anyway, that night, I received an email from the school informing everyone that the teachers decided to postpone their faculty meeting to NEXT Thursday, and tomorrow will be a school day. Yes, I double checked the email sender and the school email was legit. No spelling errors, or anything that seemed off on that matter.

So I told my parents, and they were confused because they hadn’t received an email saying that tomorrow we actually do have school. The school tends to send delayed emails frequently, so they brushed it off.

The next morning, I did my usual routine, and grabbed my keys and headed to school early, so I can snag one of the delicious pineapple smoothies and breakfast burritos they sell at the school cafe.

Anyway, nothing seemed off until I parked and got out. School started at 8:30, and it was 8:05. Everybody was here. The thing is.. they, or basically every student I saw seemed.. off. Like they were robots, or as if they were creatures mimicking human things.

For example, there was a girl laughing. Doesn’t sound odd, right? Well her laughing sounded just like a recording, like it was on loop. Exact same time, same little squeal at the end, but her smile wasn’t.. right. She looked really nervous and her eyes were on me the entire time. She kept laughing until I walked past her, and then.. she stopped. As if she were only doing it for show.

Then, there was my calculus classmate, Derek. Naturally, I headed over toward him to ask if he noticed everyone being weird. He had his usual chocolate chip muffin in his hand, and his smoothie, but he wasn’t eating or drinking it correctly?

He seemed like he didn’t want anyone to see him open his mouth wide to take a bite, so he kept nibbling at it. Occasionally, when he’d go to take a bite, he’d miss his mouth and hit his chin, or cheeks, almost as if he was trying to figure out where his mouth is. I noticed sweat was pooling down the sides of his face.

I suddenly realise that his muffin isn’t a real muffin. It’s one of those squishie toys. And his drink is plastic. They look like fake children’s grocery store items.

“Hey man, you okay?” I ask, putting a hand on his shoulder.

The straw stabbed his chin three times before he shakily managed to put it in his mouth. After taking a sip, he looks up at me, staring directly past me, so as to not make any eye contact, and frowns deeply, then suddenly, as if correcting himself, he smiles widely and says “Yeah man! I’m nice!”

..nice? I’ve never heard him talk that way. He’s constantly joking and turning everything into something funny. He always responds with a sarcastic response or greets me with an inside joke.

“Are you sure? Hey listen, did you do the calc homework?” I ask.

“Indeed”, he barely whispers.

“So uh, how’s your little sister? Is she recovered from the flu?” I ask.

He hesitates for a moment.

“Yeah, she’s all, um... good, I saw her this morning!” He quickly responds.

The panic sets in. Derek doesn’t have a little sister. He’s an only child. And the fact that he reassured me that he saw his own “sister” this morning, as if to make sure I believed him, was really weird...

I slowly walk away and I hear him breathe heavily, as if he were holding his breath the entire time.

Music plays instead of the bell. That’s weird. It was classical music, and I guess they decided to switch things up. I arrived at English, and I took my usual seat in the back. Mrs. Warren, stood silently in the front of the classroom. As if she were an awkward child at a talent show, standing in the middle, waiting for the intro music to start.

“Welcome class! Today we will be viewing a nice film the whole time,” she says in her overly cheerful voice.

I raise my hand. She just stares with that creepy fucking smile.

“Um, what about the essay that was assigned last week? Isn’t it due today?” I ask.

She grits her teeth and smiles harder. “Oh, that thing? No, it’s cancelled,” she smiles.

Now I really know something fucking weird is going on.

Without saying anything else, she puts on this creepy black and white film. It doesn’t look old, though. A guy with a brown burlap sack around his head appears, sits in front of the camera and slowly repeats the same phrases:

“Do you listen? Do you notice? Goodbye.”

The video is 10 minutes long. I was too terrified to excuse myself to the bathroom.

My next class, chemistry, is the same weird shit. Apparently we’re watching videos in all of our classes today, and the teachers barely say more than a few basic sentences. “Have a nice night!” And “welcome to class!” None of my teachers have ever said that.

Then I noticed it. The kid next to me was normal. As soon as the film started playing, he frantically looked around the room, and looked as if he were about to shit himself.

“Hey.. dude. Are you normal?” I whisper.

He sharply turns around and looks at me, wide-eyed. “What the fuck is going on man?” He asks, running his fingers through his hair.

“I have no idea. I thought I was the only one who noticed,” I said.

“Me too. I was literally about to nope the fuck out of here. Is there anyone else that you’ve seen that appears normal?” He asks.

“No.. just you so far,” I say.

He rubs his temples. “My parents were saying that they never got a school email and shit,” he said.

“Same here. I know this sounds fucking crazy man, but do you think this is all.. staged?” I hesitate.

His eyes widen, almost as if he’s considering the possibility. He slowly nods his head.

He leans in closer and whispers, “you see that girl sitting across from us?” He says.

“Kasey?” I say.

“Yes. Her shoes are on the wrong feet, and her dress is on backwards. That girl cares more about her appearance than her own damn family. How the fuck do you explain that?” he says.

Come to think of it, almost all the students had one weird thing about them. Conner didn’t have his braces on, when he had them on yesterday. Alyssa was wearing glasses when she’s never had glasses in her life. She always flaunted how perfect her vision is. Daniel had blue eyes instead of brown. Jacklyn, a 4’10 cheerleader, sat tall, nearly 5’7 in her seat. She didn’t have her crutches either, or her broken leg like she did yesterday.

“Hey, look. As soon as this class ends, you and I make a run for it, out of the emergency exit,” he says.

I nod my head and wait for class to end.

When the bell- I mean music plays, we slowly but casually get out of our seat. “I’m Zander, by the way,” I mutter. “Dylan”, he whispers back.

As soon as we’re out the door, we couldn’t handle the creepy fuckers and their smiling anymore. We made a mad dash to the door. Before we could even get out of the hallway, Dylan was violently pulled back by one of.. them. A blonde girl. The girl craned her neck, which made a sickening, cracking sound. She then fucking ripped a layer of flesh off of his arm with her fucking sharp fingernails and basically shredded the rest of his arm.

He screamed as she dragged him back, with the help of two other students. Every student in the hallway stood silently, smiling. Some were slowly clapping, bringing their hands together at odd angles. I suddenly snapped out of my shocked state and tried to run after him. “Dude! Fucking get out of here! Call the fucking police! Hurry!” He practically screamed as he was dragged down the hallway.

I run out the door and call the police. They didn’t believe me at first, and questioned if I was on drugs. I insisted that they come to my school, and they finally obliged. When they arrived, the school was fucking empty. There was no trace of anyone being there today. They searched the whole premises, and no blood, no nothing. Not a single fucking person, or a backpack or binder to indicate that anyone was ever there. They told me that playing a prank on the police and crying wolf would get me arrested. After they drove me home, I remembered something. No badges and no weapons were on them. Their shirts were inside out. They both repeated each other. They didn’t even speak to my parents.

My parents casually asked me why I was home from school so early. I told them I felt sick. They looked confused, but went back to watching TV. I tried looking up a “Dylan” on all social media platforms, and in the yearbook. I couldn’t find him. I remembered then that my Chemistry teacher emails everyone all at once, so I have the school emails of the 25 other kids in the class. No Dylan. Not at all. Not in any of my classes.

I honestly still don’t know what the fuck is going on but I went to school today and everyone seems back to normal. The teachers were all asking how our day off was and if we enjoyed our Thursday with no school.

I refuse to believe that I imagined the whole thing. Want to know why? Because there’s a long, thin bloody streak leading from the hallway to the emergency exit, almost as if someone or something was dragged backwards. The school chalked it up to someone having a nosebleed. It looks nothing like a nosebleed.

Nosleep, this Thursday is supposed to be our day off, according to the email saying that there wouldn’t be school last Thursday. I don’t know if I should show up for the shit show or stay home.