Creepy Schools Novels & Stories

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

Campbell. "He hates Witches." The bald-headed woman let out a rough breath. "The Freaky World has been at peace in a long time. Nobody hates each other. That's why this school was built, where children of all races mingle." Lyla took a deep breath. "From the books I've read, Vampires have been opposing the existence of witches in the Freaky world since hundreds of years ago." She said, remembering what she had read in a history book from her home library.

Humans were just over fifty—unsuspecting fellows who wandered into the wrong town. If I was being entirely honest, Woodhidge-High wasn't a bad school at all, and even more importantly, it didn't strike me as a ‘boring school'. The teachers all seemed particularly interested interested in all the Supernaturals seeing themselves as one. And the school was kinda friendly, if you ask me. Its facilities were ‘topnotch' compared to the public school you would see in other towns. I felt it was because a lot of Supernatural never failed to pull their resources to fervently support the school. They knew quite well that the survival of the school was entirely dependent on their support.

After what happened, a week ago, this is the first time she visited here. Unlike when she first arrived here, Moonlight was lifeless and uninhabited, the surroundings were quiet and only cold air could be felt. Ghost town seems to have become a popular school. Within a week, the headline was all about Moonlight news, Mr Steler was arrested and put to death for allegedly making a complaint to the students studying here. Mrs. Steler, on the other hand, has no knowledge of what Mr. Steler will do. Moon took a deep breath then looked at the second gate of Moonlight.

Phil arrived at school at 8:00 AM with dark bags under his eyes and a sickly color on his skin. He did not fall asleep again after he had the horrifying nightmare, terrified that he may be subjected to such a nightmarish experience again. Although the school campus was a private institute, it was rather old and a little dilapidated, a place where ghost stories and mysterious tales were often heard. From weird kids to athletic jocks the school was full of students since it was the only middle school that is available in the city; it was home to this numerous kids.

This act triggered what was known as the 'Curse of the Lycanthropes,' though I barely understood what that meant. Mr. Kendrick explained that triggering the curse was a requirement for being in a school like this. Today, being my first day, I expected to see many troubled kids, but most of them seemed surprisingly happy. I felt like I was the only one here who looked depressed and lost. Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London.

They were so evil that they plotted to completely subdue the human race under them with every means. The beginning of their plan was centered around Emyln’s school, Kryptonium College, where the horrors would begin. During a normal school day, a zombie breakout would suddenly occur within the school, students who had been contaminated by dark magic would become deranged and begin attacking any other non-zombified student they could find.

In this school, every homeroom teacher owns an office, the building his office was located is facing a large mass of forest, but it was always covered with mist because of some phenomenon. He never liked the scenery in this place. He liked the scenery in the classroom he was teaching. Trees with magnificent flowers, the smell of hundred roses. But he also needs to visit this office often, because of the soul monsters that lurk in the area of the building. It would attack the record papers from the last year’s students. He knew that they were the souls of the unlucky students that died before they graduate to move to the next year- the sophomore. He was never allowed to quieten these creature

Rabiya was leaning on the pole of the streetlight, arms were both akimbo on his side, when she took part onto this who ‘I don’t know what’s weirder’ thing, “If there is anything weird as of now, it is the fact that it’s already turning nine o’clock yet we are still unable to make our way home. I bet we are spending another night stuck in this place now called pitfall of the dead.” “Pitfall of the dead?” I asked as I heard. “That’s one terribly horrific name for this all-time home of student achievers University. If I were the Dean and I happen to hear what you said, I might send my people to sweep you off the place in the modest way possible.” I answered. Admit it, pitfall of the dead was in

Monday’s the day; the day when people drag themselves off the beds to go to work and their reluctance was very much visible on everyone’s faces on the bus as they either looked out or down on their phones. Kyle and I, both however were excited. Me? Maybe not outside but inside, Kyle’s eagerly running his eyes through the people though he looked calm, bouncing his leg beside mine. Before we stepped out of the Dino Café, we’d to listen to a whole 30-minute lecture from Ms. Morgan starting with how to go to school and what to do first from not to get into any trouble plus a silent warning from Ivan to stay away from vampires. Yeah, we’re going into a supernatural school so mythical and some oth