Vacation



I don’t have a lot of time to type this all down but hopefully they don’t notice the I-pod in my pocket. I need this story to be sent to the authorities immediately! This is my only chance to expose this nightmare to the public! I need to hurry though… He said he’ll return if possible and I need to type before I bleed out.

I worked at Oxbow pre-school. It is small little school in Prince Albert Saskatchewan with around 30 kids. It had one large classroom, a gym and a bathroom. Me and the other teacher, Jeff Sunderland took turns teaching throughout the week. I taught on Mondays and Wednesdays, he taught on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On my first day there, I was introduced by the superintendent to Jeff. He was a tall quiet man in his late 30s. He was always clean-shaven and had short brown hair. When I approached him and reached out my hand he simply glanced up at me and gave me a small smile.

“Jeff,” the superintendent said. “This is Christopher Hitchens. He will be replacing Mr. Townshend and teaching on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

Alexander Townshend, a man who had gone missing two weeks prior. Police hadn’t found any clues that lead to his whereabouts. I read in the newspaper that his apartment looked normal. Almost as if he had left his apartment for work the morning of his disappearance. When the police asked the children at the Pre-School about Mr. Townshend, they claimed that he said he was going to quickly use the washroom but never came back. A mother of one of the children arrived after school finding the kids sitting in the classroom grinning at each other. With no teacher in sight, she called the Police.

“Pleased to meet you Chris.” Jeff said with a smile.

I walked over the mat where all the kids were sitting in a circle drawing. It really was a nice Pre-School. There were all sorts of toys and games that all looked brand new. Almost untouched! I approached the group and they all turned to look at me as I spoke.

“Hello, my name is Mr. Hitchens! I will be your new teacher for the rest of the year.”

They all shot me a smile then went back to drawing. The Superintendent was waiting for me at the door. I approached him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“I see you’ve become acquainted with the children. I hope they give you no difficulty this year.” He said as he opened the door for me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">The next day, Wednesday, I arrived at the school at 10 AM. I walked into the classroom and grabbed a seat at the desk. I took a sip of my coffee and waited for the children to arrive. The first to arrive was a blonde haired woman with her son. She was a tall woman with long blonde hair. She smiled and approached with her son. It didn’t take long for me to notice it was the same woman from the article.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Hello, Mr. Townshend. My name is Eileen Morris and this is my son James.” She said with a smile as she reached out to shake my hand.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Hey, pleased to meet you ma’am.” I replied. “As you may have gathered, I’m the new teacher for the Monday and Wednesday class.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Yes, I noticed the moment I walked in.” She said. “It’s great to see that the school was able to find a replacement so quickly!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Well, I’ve taught at many different schools throughout my career so it must not have been too hard to find me.” I said

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“That’s good” She replied. “It was nice talking to you, but I need to get to work. We’ll continue this discussion over coffee sometime.” She said as she reached for her purse and walked out of the class.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I grabbed a story book and waited for more kids to be brought in. When everyone settled down on the mat, I did a quick attendance then sat down on the chair. I introduced myself and got acquainted with all the students. I asked them about themselves and such. It didn’t seem like a very strange day. I read the kids a story, they made arts and crafts, even sang while doing so naturally, I just relaxed. I didn’t get unnerved until I realized what a student named Jimmy was drawing. It was a picture of a man who looked like Mr. Townshend sitting down in a stool with a smile on his face in a dark room. I asked the kid,

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“What are you drawing?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“It’s Mr. Townshend.” Jimmy replied. “He’s retired now so he’s on vacation.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I thought to myself for a moment then quickly realized that his parents must have told him that Mr. Townshend was on vacation. They wouldn’t say that something bad had happened to him. I circled around the arts and crafts table, commenting on drawings. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Rabbits, TV show characters, things like that. There was another kid who drew a picture similar to the one of Mr. Townshend. This time, it was a man wearing similar coloured clothes as sitting in a stool with a smile on my face. “What are you drawing, James?” I said as I approached him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">James looked at me. “It’s you Mr. Hitchens.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Me?” I said with curiosity.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Yeah.” He replied. “You’re going to be on vacation soon” He said as he gave me this large inhuman smile.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I shuddered and walked away back to my desk. The bell rang and parents came to pick up their kids. When everyone was gone, I cleaned up the class, locked the doors and drove home glad that I had four days to think about what James meant about… Vacation.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">The next day, the phone rang. It was the superintendent.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Chris!” He yelled. He sounded as if he was in fear.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“What’s wrong?” I replied.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“It’s… It’s Mr. Sunderland. He’s gone missing. So have all the children!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">My face went pale.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Wait, what!?” I said as I sat down.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Eileen came to the school to pick up her son, James and found the classroom empty. She looked into both bathrooms and the gym and found… Nothing. We asked everyone in the neighbourhood but none of them saw anything! Everyone disappeared like magic!” He said in panic.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“How can this be possible?” I said in confusion. “There are 30 students in the class and you’re telling me the teacher and all those kids made off without anyone seeing them?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“I don’t know…” He sounded as if he was in tears. “The police have searched everywhere but they found nothing. Chris… Do you think Jeff did something to them?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I thought for a moment then said “Maybe… I’m going to go down there and see if I can find anything.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Chris!” he yelled. “You know this is a crime scene and…” I hung up the phone…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I got into my car and made haste towards the school. When I got there, there was police tape all over the place. I hopped over and made my way to the school. The door was locked but luckily I had keys. I went inside and turned on the lights. I did a thorough search of the classroom and the gym and found nothing. I went into the boy’s bathroom and looked around. Nothing seemed unusual. As I stepped into one of the stalls, I noticed the words “vacation room outside” scribbled on the floor with crayon. The floor in this stall felt very odd. Almost as if there wasn’t anything underneath it. Whatever the case, there was no way to move it but I’m positive there is a way to get down there. As I went outside I noticed something quickly dart to the back of the school.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Wait!” I yelled as I chased after it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I darted around to the back of the school. The figure had disappeared but it did leave behind a note. I picked it up.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Mr. Townshend, if you want to save us, the vacation room is open. You have 3 minutes to come down here or else our throats will be slit… One by one.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">Right off the bat, I knew this wasn’t written by any of the kids.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Sunderland!” I thought. “That bastard. I should have known!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I ran back into the school and found that the tile that covered up the stall was now opened. There was a staircase leading into this dark basement. There was a sound of some kind of metal scraping against the wall. I reached into my jacket and pulled out a match. I almost vomited. Blood and rust covered the walls and there were entrails, hearts, brains and all sorts of body parts scattered around the floor. There were maggots and cockroaches everywhere. They covered the organs and sucked out their rotten, foul juices. I knew I had to find that bastard Sunderland and save those kids. I made my way through the dark basement and kept an eye open. It wasn’t a very large basement. There were two rooms. There was one that was directly underneath the bathroom and another underneath the classroom. As I entered the other room, I found the body of Mr. Townshend tied to a stool. His throat slit and his organs and heart ripped out of his body. Maggots infested his insides. I stood there pale… In pure terror. How could anyone do such a thing? I wiped away some tears and continued into the darkness. I had to save those kids. I saw Jeff sitting in a stool with his head down. I walked towards him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Jeff! What the fuck is this!? Where are the kids!?” I screamed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">Jeff just sat there with his head down so I started walking towards him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Jeff! Answer me! I’m not going to put up with this shit!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">Jeff continued to sit with his head down. “You piece of shit! I’m calling the police!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">As I reached for my cell, something stabbed me in the back of the legs. I yelped as I fell to the ground and passed out from the pain.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I woke up. I was tied to a stool next to Jeff. There were candles surrounding us and this gave me the opportunity to look at Jeff’s body. Jeff’s face was mutilated and his intestines and heart were removed. I felt like vomiting but I was in so much fear I couldn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“What the fuck?” I said as I tried to free myself.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">Just then, a figure approached from the darkness. It was James… Eileen’s son.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“James! Run!” I yelled.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“We tricked you Mr. Hitchens” Jeff said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“What are you talking about James?” I said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">Just then, Jimmy came out of the darkness with the other kids.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">James looked at me. “Don’t worry, Mr. Hitchens. You’re going to be on vacation with Mr. Sunderland and Mr. Townshend!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“What!?” I screamed. So you’re the ones who did that to Mr. Townshend!?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">Jimmy approached me and looked me dead in the eye.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“Yes. And let me tell you, his organs tasted delicious… I’m sure yours will too.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">He pulled a knife out of his pocket and was about to slit my throat when the sound of police sirens were heard. The superintendent came to look for me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">“I’ll be back.” Jimmy said. “If not, I guess the maggots will enjoy your flesh.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "MSGothic"">With that, he stabbed me in the stomach and slit my gut open. The kids left the room and I along with the stool collapsed to the floor. They may have crushed my cell but the fuckers forgot about my I-pod. If anyone ever finds this, thank god… and Jimmy, if you’re reading this you-

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Vijaya","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"MSGothic";color:red">Oh, Mr. Hitchens. You fool. I hope you enjoyed that blade in your neck. Although I must say, you tasted quite delicious… I hope you enjoyed your vacation.