Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26857020-20150805052950

When I used be enrolled in the local middle school I was chosen to pilot a new kind of teaching. You see when I was much younger I was bullied, nothing too serious, that is compared to other stories, though it pushed some buttons of mine and suicide was on my mind at the time. Ever since, for obvious reasons, I haven't exactly trusted the other students and in general stopped doing what I was supposed to in school, homework and the like.

One day in middle school, four years after the bullying had all but stopped my counselor approached me telling me I was selected to pilot a new kind of education. The process was simple, I would arrive to school later while the other students were in class and report to a special room, the room wasn't small, about the size of the average class, maybe smaller. I was instructed to log into the computer in the room and go to the schools test site. Once on the site I would learn the material the others would learn at my own pace from this site. And to be totally honest I really liked it. The quiet was a nice change of pace compared to the commotion that was the classroom.

About a month after taking the classes I had actually earned enough 'credits' to pass my middle school years. The way my middle school worked is you had to get credits from classes to prepare you for highschool, I'm not sure how many other schools do this.

However because of the schools regulation and state law, I needed to be in the school as least 5 hours of the day, so rather than throw me back into the fray they had me do courses as they came out. This went on for most of my junior high, until about a week from graduation.

The classroom I was in was very dark, to the point where I could just make out the walls of the room. I didn't pay it too much mind, I lived in my parents basements since the house we lived in only actually had 2 bedrooms and my brother couldn't handle sleeping in the basement. So darkness was not a problem, neither was the sounds that sometimes came from the boiler room next door, again I lived in a basement with a boiler and I understood the screeching sound was the janitor trying to turn the crank.

Though while I was in this room I always had the feeling that I was being watched, it's difficult to describe, the best way I know how is someone holding a finger on my back until I turn around and see nothing is there.

One day the power went out because of a hailstorm that just barely didn't make the cut to send students home. Now earlier I said that I wasn't afraid of the dark... That's not ENTIRELY true... I'm fine with darkness, or dim lit areas, but pitch blackness is another thing entirely.

When I was bullied the worst it got was when we were out in the play yard, our elementary school had a shack where we could go get balls and such with supervisor permission. I remember some 'friends' told me to get a ball, and to not worry about the supervisor not being there since she was dealing with another problem on the yard. So, trying to make some friends I went in, I hadn't noticed however that the kids followed me and once I was inside they sealed the door, in the dark I hit my head and I can't remember the rest. According to the principal the boys told the supervisor they closed the door for her and that she just needed to lock it.

This was on a Friday.

In Winter.

I'm not even sure when I woke up... time lost meaning in there... with no reference I only knew it was Monday when they opened the door and found me in there, curled up shaking from the cold and just the terror. Being nine I had an active imagination, at least more so than my classmates. Suddenly instead of a shack I was in a hellscape of snakes and stoning and demons whispering their harsh verses to me... my face was stained from tears and dirt.

But when the power went out in the room, something similar happened. only worse. Being the only student in the room I was never checked on and most likely forgotten amidst what I am sure was chaos in the school. And once again I was in a dark little hell hole, the red EXIT sign didn't look like letters anymore but rather like eyes, I did hear some screams which nowadays I assume was students shitting their collective frilly panties. But at the time it was other inmates in hell being tortured in their own cruel ways. The memories of the shack flooded my mind and turned off any rational thought.

After what I think was an hour, or two... again its difficult to tell with even less reference than the shack. The boiler was turned on and I don't think I need to explain how this was like a shotgun blast to my already frayed sanity. Only these screeches seemed more.... real. Like people or animals. I like to think its just the state I was in but a part of me wonders about that boiler room....

Here's the problem....

I'm still here.

The doors of the school have been sealed by security measures or something but I can't get out...

I've tried posting my situation up on other forums but they fall on deaf ears... saying that its impossible....

Without getting into too many unpleasant details...rats are tasty and Dried up shit makes half decent fuel for fire.

Please... if anyone out there is reading this post please help me!

I think the building is still a school... I hear the boiler scream every day.

And I hear the demons call to me every night. Or day... Nevermind........

The school is located at 600 Lincoln Avenue, Charleston, IL, 61920

I'm at the Charleston Middleschool.

Room 22143 (Ask someone about it... They'll know)

Please Help me! 