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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 14, 2019

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“School dance”

 

I worked at a local high school as a security officer. It was the night of the big school dance, kids from all different high schools would be attending. The students had to walk past my desk to enter the auditorium. I let about ten kids go. Then looked up in shock as a man who was about 7 feet tall was standing next to my desk. 

He was wearing baggy jeans and had on a red t shirt with the words “Rebel” on it. I said “may I help you?” The man stared at me and then said “uhh yes yes you uh can I am uhh here for the uhh dance...yeah.” I looked at the man and said “do you work for the school?” The man looked at me and said “uhh I uhh do not uhh but I uhh am a student here.” “Your a student? Do you have an ID?” I asked the man. The man than said “uhh this school doesn’t give out ID’s anymore.” “I told the man “my daughter goes here and she got an ID last month. 

Who are you what do you want?” I took my handcuffs out this time. “ uhh I uhh I uhh want No trouble.” With that the man darted out the door. A few minutes later my coworker came into the school and I told him what happened. He told me to not worry he would keep an eye out for the Stranger. 

I left shortly after and saw a note on my car that read “I am a killer and I want blood.” I never saw the man again but I do occasionally have nightmares about the man and what he would have done if he had gotten into the school dance. 

 

“Fast food” 

 

My name is Troy and I work at a fast food restraint. One night I was working the drive thru window just me and marry. When I heard the alarm letting me know a customer was outside waiting. 

I asked what I could get for him? His answer “I want meat.” I told him I could get a hamburger for him. He told me that’s not the kind of meat he would like. I asked him what meat he meant? He answered back and said “human meat.” I thought this was a joke and told him to leave. He came to the first window staring at me. He had what looked like a women’s leg in his hand he smiled at me and took a big bite form the leg. 

Blood dripped all over his mouth. I gauged and called the police. The man drove off. The next day my manager reported a vile smell he went to open one of the dumpsters and a corpse of a young women was inside. My manager called the police. The left leg was missing sure enough. 

 


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