The Student

I believe it started October thirtieth, so last Thursday. The day before Halloween. The high school I work at encourages students to dress up on Halloween, and to participate in 'holiday spirit'. Of course students would need to stand clear of the dress limits for the event, such as the regular dress code.

No sexual costumes, or anything of that matter. And no masks.

The day before Halloween, I notified my students that there should be no rebels when it comes to Halloween dress code. Since I see everyone before classes begin, I could point out if anyone's costume was too inappropriate for school, and send them to change clothes or whatever. After my notifications, I said that I would be dressing up this Halloween for the first time.

It was the day of Halloween. I set up the decorations around the room the previous day, so there were creepy skeletons hanging from the ceiling and whatnot.

Yes, I'm a fun teacher, but that's beside the point.

My costume was a scientist with a dog head--only because I thought just a scientist wasn't creative enough.

When all of my homeroom students entered the classroom, I couldn't help but chuckle at some of their costumes. One student was a zombie. Another a cat. One that seemed to be some sort of crazed killer-robot.

Once everyone was situated, sitting at their desks, and laughing at my costume, half of the students started cracking up at one kid in the back row. The kid's costume was a clown, with blood splattered all over its...mask. Everyone must have been laughing due to the kid not following the rules, and being a rebel. I stepped forward from my desk and told him to take off the mask. I didn't know who he was either, since the seat he was sitting at was vacant all year so far. The kid's gaze into his desk doesn't change, so I speak to him louder.

Screeeeeech.

The unknown student began carving his nails into his desk, causing a high pitched scraping noise to fill the room for a brief moment.

Afterwards, the classroom grew silent, and most of my students uncovered their ears.

Breaking the silence, the clown student giggled a bit, and soon started to laugh hysterically. He seemed to be about ten judging by his voice. His gaze still focused to what he had scratched on his desk as he continued to cackle menacingly. I couldn't take it anymore. I shouted for him to get out of my classroom.

He lifted his head just a little so that I could see under his nose. What I saw almost caused me to faint.

Seeping out of the boy's mouth was thick, slimy blood. Gutted straight from whatever he had just eaten.

The room went dead silent.

And off went the lights.

Hehehehehe.....