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LOOK AT YAZ AND SAMMY AND TELL ME THEY AREN’T LESBIANS

Something that has stuck with me for a long time was way back in the 1800’s when i was in elementary school,, i had yet to get into my Creepypasta phase but I was well aware of horror movie characters like 80’s and 90’s slashers

But off topic,, it was rlly like any other day with the teacher being missing for like 30 minutes even after class had begun, this happened a lot so we all just kind of did our own thing and made chaos in the classroom while someone stood guard and let everyone know when the teacher was coming so we all could straighten our shit up

But so the way our seats were set up, they were set up with four seats all piled together to make a big square to fit four people in a group,, so i walk in right, i go to my seat and just sit there and doodle bc thats what i did instead of conversing with ppl who needs conversations when i have a pencil and some paper am i right?? anyways i looked over and four boys, (i won’t reveal names bc i’m not like that but lets just label them as T, S, B 1, and B 2,, two of the boys first names started with B so,) but i knew them fairly well, all of them had been there with me for years and years so you know, pretty good friends,, but they were talking among themselves and i went over to say hi and all four of them had, in permanent fucking marker, a big black circle with an X going through it on their wrists,, and me, not knowing CP at the time, was like “what the fuck are they doing the fuck is that..” so, being the curious little bitch that i am, asked them about it. and holyy sHIT. the fucking LOOK they all gave me when i asked. i stg you would have thought i killed their pets or something. they didn’t answer me and instead just kept whispering among themselves, so i just didnt think much of it and decided it was just a weird boy thing (young me..)

The next day, all four of them were absent from school. now let me tell you something- i need to quickly add that the school was rlly shitty, im talking RLLY shitty,, the playground for the younger kids had this huge hill, and at the top of the hill there was this big honey suckle bush that led to a path that led to a giant fucking forest. the teachers, knowing literally anyone could get lost in there, would tell everyone to stay away from it and what not. but, you know how kids are, you tell us not to do something, we immediately go and do it.

The NEXT day they actually showed up at school and everything was all fine and dandy you know. Part of the playground has this big old concrete tennis court that has a bunch of concrete slabs that made for the perfect spot to just sit and relax. so i was out in the old tennis court, sitting in one of the far corners and just enjoying the breeze, when lo and behold, the four boys came up to me. Me, being the caring mom friend immediately asked them where they all were yesterday and what had happened. They all just stared at me and said they didnt know what i was talking about so i just.. shrugged it off as boys being boys once again

Cut to three, four years later,, im getting into my Creepypasta phase. And i cannot tell you the amount of anxiety that went through me as i first saw the Operator symbol for the first time. I KID YOU NOT I WAS LIKE

W, WHAT THE FUCK.

As for the four boys? I lost contact with them all a while back, grew apart. I still think about the fact they insisted that they didnt remember being absent

The alarm has been chirping for nearly two weeks. You don’t notice it when we are busy. But I’m the evening when I’m working usually, it just chirps every so often. The battery needs to be replaced, I get it. But I’m lead to believe only our City’s Facilities Department can do that because it requires tools, and I’m not allowed to use those things at work because my boss firmly believes I will die. Not sure when that’s happening but I’m losing my mind.

For the record this Emergency Exit leads somewhere but where I do not know. I’ve never seen the door open in my four years there. It probably leads to a parking lot, but it is the Youth Department so it might lead to Narnia.

Who dares me to find out?!?

Or, worse, who dares me to try to change the batteries myself?

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