Creepy Schools Novels & Stories

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

"Ok ma'am Katherine, I will start preparing" The girl uttered sighing loudly as she stood up from the bed heading straight to the bathroom. . . . CAMDEN COLLEGE Camden college, a school for the gifted in other words supernaturals, it has been in existence for the past decades now and have been hidden from the eyes of humans. Humans sees the school as just an old and mystery filled school but in the eyes of the supernaturals it was a new home, a new family, a new hope, a new life where they were accepted for what they were.

The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for. Hurtling out of the house after a quick goodbye, I got my bicycle out of the garage and paddled down to school with my ass on fire, figuratively. The Fangs Academy was a school, a training center more of, for half vamps like me, to hone our recessive vampire abilities, becoming quicker, deadlier and smarter than the average human. ' Grow fangs' according to our motto transcripted on the front door of the school. Chaining my bike to the school park railing, I observe as I walk into the hall , everyone seemed on edge, their eyes dim and sullen, mouths set in grim lines and noses scrunched up with anxiety or I was just projecting. definitely pr

𓅪 CHAPTER ONE DANGER Fika's POV "Welcome to Metanoia High. " I said as I rotated the digital cam I was carrying around the campus. This school is shrouded in magic. The human eye cannot see this school. This school was hidden because of the fight of immortals and mortals that took place several thousand years ago that would be replaced by the permanent closure of the tunnel they call. What they didn't know was that many Immortals were left behind, so this school was made to serve as the home of the Immortals.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

“I think they dumped it in the school junk room.” “The what?” “The storage room in the basement,” Serah answered casually. “That’s where they keep all the outdated equipment and broken furniture.” I stared at the ceiling, already annoyed. “Why does this school even have a basement?” “Because horror movies need locations.” “Very funny.” “I’m serious though,” Serah continued. “Be careful down there. I went there once and nearly died from spider webs.” “You’re exaggerating.” “Iris, I saw a spider the size of a puppy.”

Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 “So this school is like what? A cage?” “A cult sounds better, you can’t leave until you can leave, which is after graduation, which is obviously not anytime soon,” Tamara explains. “If you are in this school, there's no way out until you graduate. If you try to run, the school officials will find you and drag you back. This school is also above the law; you have no choice but to blend in.”

It was them. The founding bloodlines. Vampires draped in elegance, wolves with sharp eyes and sharper postures, witches in embroidered robes that shimmered when they moved. They sat in territorial clusters, forming walls of judgment with their bodies. I didn’t need a map to tell who was who. You could feel the tension between species, the cold war simmering under polished uniforms and practiced sneers. And I had just become the school’s newest anomaly. Whispers followed me like smoke. “That’s her.”

There was a daycare section for the really young kids, elementary buildings, middle school, high school, and even college facilities for people who wanted to continue their education locally. Silver Creek City was a massive metropolitan area where the supernatural community thrived openly. This school served the entire population, from toddlers to young adults pursuing degrees. Which meant there were a lot of people. A lot of potential witnesses to my inevitable social failure. The boys peeled off toward the elementary section with Carol, who'd volunteered to help them settle in. I watched them go, feeling oddly abandoned despite the fact that I was seventeen and they were five. "You'll do g