There’s something wrong with my school- everyone is fake PART 2 (NSFW)

Hey guys, it’s Zander. Sorry for the late update. I was too shaken up from the events of Thursday to write up an update that night. It is now Friday and I am staying home from school today.
Anyway, my brain is still trying to process all the things that happened, so please bare with me if you feel like I’m not making sense or if I stir up some confusion. There’s too many questions that I have of my own to answer anybody else’s questions at the moment.
Anyway, let me begin by recalling the.. interesting events of Thursday.
So, as some of you suggested, I decided to go to school to check my mental stability and see if I was actually just imagining the whole thing. Or if they were too coward to do anything, since I seemed to have somewhat figured out what they are.
My parents still believe I’m sick, so I told them I was just going to pick up some school work. I threw on a black hoodie, backwards, and black pants, and running shoes, on the wrong feet. I barely got away last time running in my other shoes. I tucked a pocket-knife into the pockets of my hoodie and my phone. My phone is the only thing I can record on right now.
So, I set off for school. I didn’t drive as calm and carefully as I’d expected, I admit. I was a bit, I don’t know, ****ing terrified that today would be my last day alive. I took the long route to school and kept contemplating wether I should stop somewhere and get a bite to eat since I hadn’t eaten yet, and I’m pretty damn sure I need energy to face these little twitch ******* or whatever the **** they are with their erratic movements and weirdly flexible bodies.
Anyway, I parked in a parking spot nearest to the entrance, that way I can make a quick getaway if I need to. In situations like this, I’ll gladly be a ***** because my life ain’t worth putting on a facade of “the hero†(unless it’s saving others) or some narcissistic “I’m the only one who can stop this†type persona. All I gotta say is if you’ve ever met one of these skinny bastards, then you’ll simply understand when I say ****. That. ****. When it comes to attempting to kill one.
Students were already here. Their parking jobs were all over the place. Some of the cars had major dents in them, as if they’d hit a tree. Bumper stickers were all over the windows, rather than the back of the car. They parked sideways, backwards, too close to other cars, etc. I’m not talking one car. I’m talking Every. Damn. Car.
I shuddered, and got out of my car, hands in my pockets. Wait. I hope to ****ing god they think I’m one of them. Skinwalkers are smart, and they can detect if the slightest thing is off. Wether it be your scent, or the fear in your eyes. No matter how hard you try, they always see right through you. There’s no way out. I’m only attempting this because there are little over a thousand students here, and I’m sure that if I blend in with them, they won’t try too hard to act “normal†if they don’t notice a human in the crowd.
The question is, why are they here if they have no idea if a human is gonna show up? What’s the point? And most importantly, what the ****?
Okay, let’s get back on track. I try to casually stroll through the school gates. Everyone’s eyes are on me. I give them my creepiest smile and continue walking past the crowd. They all stare, and suddenly break out into an eerie grin. I try not to look frightened and proceed to walk past them. Then I see Derek.
“Hey. Man. What. Is. Up? Etcetera?†he says without moving his lips from being curled into a smile.
“I’m nice†I respond, smiling.
“Do. You. Enjoy. This. Weather? Etcetera?†He asks.
I gulp. “Indeed†I respond.
He cocks is head and suddenly, smiles wider. The smile stretches to his ears.
“I know what you are†he says, his voice dropping lower than before.
I stare intently at him.
“You look at me with confidence. There is a knife in your pocket, I can smell it. You don’t have sharp teeth,†he grins.
“What are you?†I whisper.
â€Do you listen?â€
“Who are you??†I shout louder. Heads turn all the way around everyone’s bodies. Without moving their torsos.
â€Do you notice?â€
“Who the **** are you??†I practically scream
“goodbye†every single ****ing one of them says all at the same time, in unison.
They start tearing their hair out of their scalp, and gouging their eyeballs out, all while laughing at the same time.
oh ****
I make a run for it to the storage room in the gym. I almost fall down the metal staircases as I get the most exercise I’d ever had in my life.
I run into the storage room. Thank god it’s already unlocked.
wait a moment
Unlocked? It’s never unlocked.
Then it hits me. The scent. The stench. Rotting flesh and metal all waft up my nose at once. I puke in my mouth and cover my nose with my hoodie.
I shakily flip the light switch on and I’m greeted by 5 dead bodies.
Dylan, slumped over. Barely recognisable, but I can tell it’s him by his outfit. He Is skinned like a potato. His eyes are missing. His hair is also missing. He was scalped.
The janitor, hanging upside down. It looks as if he was half-eaten alive. His torso is missing huge chunks out of it.
My English teacher, Ms. Warren. Her lips and eyes are missing. Her name tag lanyard still around her neck.
My chemistry teacher, Mr. Wise. His bodily.. organs are stuffed inside of his mouth.
Derek. I’m not even going to describe how I found him. Way more brutal than the others. And that says something.
They all had paper name tags taped to them. Almost as if they wanted me to find them.
Suddenly, I hear faint tapping- or scratching on the door.
“.. please.. help me†a female voice moaned.
I slowly open the door, knife in hand.
A girl, who looks like she’s a freshman, has blood pouring out of her shoulder and her leg. It looks as if someone took a huge bite out of each of them. She doesn’t have sharp teeth. Her voice isn’t weird.
“Holy ****, Are you okay? How the **** did you escape them? What happened†I blurt.
“... they tried to eat me... but someone stabbed the two guys who were trying to eat me... and I heard them talking about a human hiding out in the gym..†she whispered.
“Oh my god. We need to get you out of here. Do you know what the guy who stabbed the others looked like?†I asked.
“He had blonde hair and green eyes.. he said his name was Dylan,†she replied.
Wait.. what the ****? I’m standing in front of Dylan’s dead body right now. Or is it.. really Dylan’s?
“Show me where he went. If we find him, then we can all escape. The more witnesses to this, the better,†I whisper.
She nods her head and wraps her arm around my neck. I support her waist with my hand and carry her up the stairs, then help her limp toward the exit.
As we go outside, we’re faced with hungry skinwalkers.
“I- I know what you did. The hair.. the eyes.. you stole..†the words fail to come out of my mouth.
“They’re not the only ones,†the fake Derek smiles.
I slowly reach for my phone, only to discover it’s missing.
**** **** ****
I need to record to prove this is happening.
“Where’s Dylan??†I yell.
They all just smile.
“Gone,†they all respond in unison.
I slowly turn to the girl next to me. Her leg is healed. Her shoulder is healed. She throws my phone across to the others. She turns her head toward me and smiles. “Some are better at this than othersâ€
I scream. I whip out my pocket knife and thrust it into her stomach. She just smiles, unaffected, as the knife plunges in and out of her. Blood pours out. “First mistake is trying to kill a skinwalker with a knife,†she laughs.
Then it dawns on me.
of ****ing course
I slowly dig around in the pockets of my jeans, hoping to god that my lighter is still in there.
My fingers wrap around the lighter, and I pull it out, sparking a flame.
They all hiss and move backward. Ha. ****ers. They react as if they’re vampires being compelled by a holy cross.
They all get on all four limbs and crawl backwards like scampering spiders.
I make a run for it to my car.
And now I am here, typing this all up on my laptop. I plan on going back on Monday. This time, I actually hope that they’re all there. I need help- figuring out how to rid my school of these things. I can’t keep up the whole “sick†excuse any longer.
If only someone will believe me, then they can help me.


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