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My name is Richard Goldberg. I run a small, family-owned farm in Bluefield, Virginia. We have cows, sheep, goats, horses—just about every animal you can imagine. But lately, things have been strange, to say the least.

For months, I’ve tried to shake the memory of what happened. I don’t like admitting this either, because I’m a 50-year-old man who grew up in a time when psychiatrists and mental health treatment were frowned upon, but I even went to therapy to try and move past it all.

Let me start by setting the scene.

It was around 7:00 PM on a spring night. Thick fog hung in the air, and rain had just started pouring down, so I began getting the animals safely into their sheds for the night. After everything was secured, I went inside to make dinner and lock up for the evening.

That’s when I noticed something that nearly made me jump out of my skin.

A cow was standing in the barnyard, staring directly at me through the kitchen window. Except… it wasn’t normal. I don’t even know how to explain it properly. It looked like a cow, but its eyes glowed a deep red, and its skin appeared to be rotting, almost as if it were peeling away from the bone.

My heart started racing. I grabbed my shotgun and ran outside to see what was going on, but to my surprise, nothing was there.

I had never been so terrified in my life.

Then, behind me, I heard a low groan.

It was the cow.

I raised my gun, but as soon as I did, its skin began melting off like something straight out of a horror movie. The bones underneath twisted and fused together into the shape of a human-like creature. I fired my shotgun three times, but the bullets passed right through it, almost as if the thing wasn’t even real.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, it vanished into thin air.

At that point, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I genuinely thought I was losing my mind. I called my brother and asked him to look after the farm for a while. I needed a break, so I stayed with my sister up in Richmond.

To this day, no matter how much therapy I’ve gone through or how hard I’ve tried to move on, I still can’t get that thing out of my head. I still have nightmares about it, and part of me worries that the creature will come back someday.

My therapist believes I experienced some kind of schizophrenic episode, but I know that wasn’t the case.

Whatever I saw that night was real.

And it was the most horrifying experience of my life.

\\#horror #story #shortstories

My name is Richard Goldberg. I run a small, family-owned farm in Bluefield, Virginia. We have cows, sheep, goats, horses—just about every animal you can imagine. But lately, things have been strange, to say the least.

For months, I’ve tried to shake the memory of what happened. I don’t like admitting this either, because I’m a 50-year-old man who grew up in a time when psychiatrists and mental health treatment were frowned upon, but I even went to therapy to try and move past it all.

Let me start by setting the scene.

It was around 7:00 PM on a spring night. Thick fog hung in the air, and rain had just started pouring down, so I began getting the animals safely into their sheds for the night. After everything was secured, I went inside to make dinner and lock up for the evening.

That’s when I noticed something that nearly made me jump out of my skin.

A cow was standing in the barnyard, staring directly at me through the kitchen window. Except… it wasn’t normal. I don’t even know how to explain it properly. It looked like a cow, but its eyes glowed a deep red, and its skin appeared to be rotting, almost as if it were peeling away from the bone.

My heart started racing. I grabbed my shotgun and ran outside to see what was going on, but to my surprise, nothing was there.

I had never been so terrified in my life.

Then, behind me, I heard a low groan.

It was the cow.

I raised my gun, but as soon as I did, its skin began melting off like something straight out of a horror movie. The bones underneath twisted and fused together into the shape of a human-like creature. I fired my shotgun three times, but the bullets passed right through it, almost as if the thing wasn’t even real.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, it vanished into thin air.

At that point, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I genuinely thought I was losing my mind. I called my brother and asked him to look after the farm for a while. I needed a break, so I stayed with my sister up in Richmond.

To this day, no matter how much therapy I’ve gone through or how hard I’ve tried to move on, I still can’t get that thing out of my head. I still have nightmares about it, and part of me worries that the creature will come back someday.

My therapist believes I experienced some kind of schizophrenic episode, but I know that wasn’t the case.

Whatever I saw that night was real.

And it was the most horrifying experience of my life.

\\#horror #story #shortstories

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This my first installment in my new writing series “jobs2scare”

This is a story from when I was desperately looking for work and ended up getting far more than I bargained for.

I had been scrolling through Craigslist searching for side gigs to make some extra money. Things were rough financially, and most of the jobs I found were either scams or way too far away to be worth the drive. Then I stumbled across a listing for custodial work at an abandoned elementary school that was supposedly preparing to reopen in a couple of years.

The school was about an hour away, but it was still the closest decent-paying job I’d found so far. The work itself sounded simple enough: mop floors, sweep hallways, and keep the building in decent condition until renovations officially started. The pay was twenty dollars an hour, which honestly sounded almost too good to be true in this economy.

Now, before I get into what happened, I’ll admit there were some obvious red flags that I should’ve noticed immediately.

The first was the username attached to the listing: “jobs2scare.”

Even now, I still remember it perfectly.

The second red flag was the account itself. It had only been created four days earlier.

But I ignored all of it because I needed the money.

I submitted an application anyway, and less than an hour later, I received an email saying they wanted to hire me immediately. No interview. No phone call. Nothing. They just told me to show up Friday night and said they’d leave everything I needed inside the old principal’s office.

That should’ve been red flag number three.

Friday evening finally came, and I started the long drive out there. Unfortunately, the shift was overnight, but like I said, I was willing to do anything for the extra cash.

According to my GPS, the school sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles of woods with almost no signs of civilization nearby. The deeper I drove, the more uneasy I started to feel, but eventually I arrived.

The first thing that struck me was that the front doors were already open.

I stepped inside and decided to look around before starting work.

The place was eerie to say the least. I knew it was abandoned, but I didn’t expect it to feel so… untouched. The halls were completely empty, yet everything looked strangely pristine, almost brand new. It felt less like an abandoned school and more like a building frozen in time.

There were no signs of vandalism. No dust-covered furniture. No graffiti.

Just silence.

An awful, unnatural silence.

Eventually, I headed toward the principal’s office, grabbed the cleaning supplies they’d left for me, and started mopping the hallways. For a while, everything seemed normal.

Then I heard it.

A faint humming sound echoed from somewhere deeper in the school.

At first, I couldn’t make out the tune, but slowly the humming turned into words.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do…”

The moment I recognized the song, chills shot down my spine.

Because it wasn’t an adult singing it.

It was a child.

I froze, gripping the mop handle as the voice slowly got closer and closer through the hallway.

Then suddenly…

It stopped.

The silence that followed felt even worse.

My heart was pounding. I kept telling myself I wasn’t crazy. I KNOW I heard a child singing in that building.

Trying to calm myself down, I decided to look around a little more. Maybe someone else had gotten inside somehow.

That’s when I saw it.

A child-sized figure sprinted across the hallway directly in front of me.

I slipped on the wet floor I had just mopped and slammed my head hard against the tile. Pain exploded through my skull, and for a second my vision blurred.

At that point, I decided I needed to get the hell out of there.

I ran toward the front entrance, but when I grabbed the handles, my stomach dropped.

The doors were locked.

I yanked on them over and over, panic setting in as they refused to budge. I knew they had been open when I arrived. Somehow, they had locked behind me.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably now, but the only thing I could do was keep moving and figure out another way out.

I slowly made my way toward one of the classrooms.

When I stepped inside, I saw rows of black desks and old rolling chairs facing a massive chalkboard at the front of the room. Everything was still and silent.

Then I heard tapping.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The sound was coming from the chalkboard.

I turned toward it—and nearly screamed.

A piece of chalk was floating by itself, dragging across the board as invisible hands guided it.

Slowly, it wrote three words:

“I would run.”

I stumbled backward in terror before ripping a fire extinguisher from the emergency case beside the door. My plan was simple: smash a window and get out.

But the moment I rushed back into the hallway, I stopped dead in my tracks.

They were standing there.

Five children.

Or at least… things pretending to be children.

Their bodies looked distorted and pale, their faces twisted into unnatural smiles. I could feel something horribly wrong radiating from them. Pure evil.

Then, in perfect unison, they began singing:

“It won’t be a stylish marriage… I can’t afford a carriage…”

That same damn song.

I swung the fire extinguisher into the nearest window over and over until the glass finally shattered. As I climbed through, one of the figures lunged toward me.

Its nails scraped across my arm, slicing my skin open.

I barely felt the pain.

Adrenaline had completely taken over.

I threw myself through the broken window, hit the ground hard outside, then sprinted toward my car faster than I’ve ever run in my life.

The second I got inside, I locked the doors, started the engine, and sped out of there without looking back.

To this day, that was the most terrifying experience of my entire life.

Luckily, I live alone, because I honestly don’t know how I’d explain any of this to another person without sounding completely insane.

A few days later, I checked Craigslist again.

The account that posted the listing had vanished.

No trace of it anywhere.

I still don’t know what happened in that school that night, or what those things really were. Maybe I was never supposed to leave that building alive.

All I know is that I made it home safe.

But I didn’t leave that place unchanged.

Ever since that night, I’ve lived with a kind of fear I can’t fully explain… and a new understanding that some places are abandoned for a reason.

This is my 2nd story in my new online horror series “jobs2scare”

My name is Jimmy Kendricks, and like a lot of people, I was online looking for a job I could pick up. I used to work as a salesman for caskets, but the company recently went out of business. I wanted to stay in the funeral industry somehow, so I started searching around on Craigslist.

Now, I’m sure you’ve heard of the internet urban legend “Jobs2Scare.” It’s the name of a lister on Craigslist. You know that guy who took the job at the abandoned elementary school and claimed he had paranormal experiences? Unfortunately, I hadn’t heard that story before I found this listing. Everybody thought the guy was either trying to scare people or that he was insane, but now I know something evil is behind that account, and I had to experience it myself to understand.

I found a listing for an overnight morgue security job. I didn’t have much experience in security, but it was still within the realm of funeral home work. The morgue was about 45 minutes away. Basically, my job was to monitor the security cameras, make rounds around the building, and make sure none of the bodies had been tampered with. I know that sounds strange, but people are sick. All it takes is one creep trying to steal a body for some kind of ritual, and suddenly a family never gets to properly say goodbye to their loved one.

The job seemed simple enough, and I was already used to working around corpses and watching over establishments. Not to mention, the pay was $25 an hour, which was even more than I made at my last job.

Now here’s where things started getting weird.

The listing was posted by “Jobs2Scare.”

Of course, I didn’t know anything about the account at the time, so I stupidly sent in an application. Much like the other guy from the story, I got an email only an hour later saying I got the job and that they wanted me to start the upcoming Friday.

Something I definitely should’ve considered a red flag was the fact they didn’t even want an in-person interview. Instead, they told me the key to the security room would be hidden under the rug just inside the front entrance.

But hey, at the time I figured the easier things were for me, the better.

Friday night finally came. I got ready, hopped in my car, and started the drive. After what felt like forever, I finally arrived.

The place looked old, worn down, and rugged for a morgue, but I didn’t think much of it. I walked inside, lifted the rug near the entrance, and sure enough, there was a key underneath. I unlocked the security room and stepped inside.

The room itself was small. A wall of security monitors flickered with grainy camera footage, and in the middle sat a cheap rolling chair for me to use during the shift.

As I got settled in, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to check out the room where the corpses were kept.

The second I walked in, I felt the atmosphere change.

It was like stepping into pure darkness. Not darkness you could physically see, but something heavier… something evil. The air suddenly felt cold and suffocating, like there was some demonic presence lingering in the room.

Five bodies were laid out side by side — two women and three men.

Their skin was pale, cold, and lifeless.

A chill crawled down my spine almost instantly, and every instinct in my body told me to leave. I had just turned toward the door when I heard a woman’s voice behind me whisper:

“Come here.”

Every muscle in my body locked up.

Slowly, I turned around.

One of the female corpses was sitting upright on the table.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

The woman — or corpse, I honestly don’t know the proper term anymore — stared directly at me and smiled.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said softly. “We haven’t played in years.”

The second she finished speaking, the other four bodies sat upright at the exact same time.

Fear finally snapped me out of my frozen state, and I rushed for the door behind me, grabbing the handle and yanking it with everything I had.

Locked.

I turned back around.

All five corpses were now standing.

One of the women tilted her head unnaturally and grinned at me.

“Why are you trying to leave so early?” she asked. “The dead want to have fun too.”

I kept pulling at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt completely jammed.

Then I felt it.

A cold, dead hand slowly rested itself on my shoulder.

The moment it touched me, everything changed.

The room began spinning violently, and suddenly I could hear voices all around me, whispering from every direction like surround sound.

“Please don’t leave us…”

“Please don’t leave us…”

“Please don’t leave us…”

The whispers repeated over and over again until they became deafening.

Then suddenly…

Silence.

I woke up lying on the floor.

The room was completely normal again.

All five bodies were back where they originally were, lying motionless on their tables as if nothing had happened.

I didn’t know what to think anymore.

I just got the hell out of there like anybody else would’ve.

When I finally made it home, I noticed a burning sensation on my chest. At first, I thought it was anxiety or maybe stress from whatever I had just experienced.

But when I looked in the mirror, I nearly threw up.

Carved directly into my chest were the words:

“JOBS2SCARE.”

This is story 2 in my new series “jobs2scare”

My name is Jimmy Kendricks, and like a lot of people, I was online looking for a job I could pick up. I used to work as a salesman for caskets, but the company recently went out of business. I wanted to stay in the funeral industry somehow, so I started searching around on Craigslist.

Now, I’m sure you’ve heard of the internet urban legend “Jobs2Scare.” It’s the name of a lister on Craigslist. You know that guy who took the job at the abandoned elementary school and claimed he had paranormal experiences? Unfortunately, I hadn’t heard that story before I found this listing. Everybody thought the guy was either trying to scare people or that he was insane, but now I know something evil is behind that account, and I had to experience it myself to understand.

I found a listing for an overnight morgue security job. I didn’t have much experience in security, but it was still within the realm of funeral home work. The morgue was about 45 minutes away. Basically, my job was to monitor the security cameras, make rounds around the building, and make sure none of the bodies had been tampered with. I know that sounds strange, but people are sick. All it takes is one creep trying to steal a body for some kind of ritual, and suddenly a family never gets to properly say goodbye to their loved one.

The job seemed simple enough, and I was already used to working around corpses and watching over establishments. Not to mention, the pay was $25 an hour, which was even more than I made at my last job.

Now here’s where things started getting weird.

The listing was posted by “Jobs2Scare.”

Of course, I didn’t know anything about the account at the time, so I stupidly sent in an application. Much like the other guy from the story, I got an email only an hour later saying I got the job and that they wanted me to start the upcoming Friday.

Something I definitely should’ve considered a red flag was the fact they didn’t even want an in-person interview. Instead, they told me the key to the security room would be hidden under the rug just inside the front entrance.

But hey, at the time I figured the easier things were for me, the better.

Friday night finally came. I got ready, hopped in my car, and started the drive. After what felt like forever, I finally arrived.

The place looked old, worn down, and rugged for a morgue, but I didn’t think much of it. I walked inside, lifted the rug near the entrance, and sure enough, there was a key underneath. I unlocked the security room and stepped inside.

The room itself was small. A wall of security monitors flickered with grainy camera footage, and in the middle sat a cheap rolling chair for me to use during the shift.

As I got settled in, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to check out the room where the corpses were kept.

The second I walked in, I felt the atmosphere change.

It was like stepping into pure darkness. Not darkness you could physically see, but something heavier… something evil. The air suddenly felt cold and suffocating, like there was some demonic presence lingering in the room.

Five bodies were laid out side by side — two women and three men.

Their skin was pale, cold, and lifeless.

A chill crawled down my spine almost instantly, and every instinct in my body told me to leave. I had just turned toward the door when I heard a woman’s voice behind me whisper:

“Come here.”

Every muscle in my body locked up.

Slowly, I turned around.

One of the female corpses was sitting upright on the table.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

The woman — or corpse, I honestly don’t know the proper term anymore — stared directly at me and smiled.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said softly. “We haven’t played in years.”

The second she finished speaking, the other four bodies sat upright at the exact same time.

Fear finally snapped me out of my frozen state, and I rushed for the door behind me, grabbing the handle and yanking it with everything I had.

Locked.

I turned back around.

All five corpses were now standing.

One of the women tilted her head unnaturally and grinned at me.

“Why are you trying to leave so early?” she asked. “The dead want to have fun too.”

I kept pulling at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt completely jammed.

Then I felt it.

A cold, dead hand slowly rested itself on my shoulder.

The moment it touched me, everything changed.

The room began spinning violently, and suddenly I could hear voices all around me, whispering from every direction like surround sound.

“Please don’t leave us…”

“Please don’t leave us…”

“Please don’t leave us…”

The whispers repeated over and over again until they became deafening.

Then suddenly…

Silence.

I woke up lying on the floor.

The room was completely normal again.

All five bodies were back where they originally were, lying motionless on their tables as if nothing had happened.

I didn’t know what to think anymore.

I just got the hell out of there like anybody else would’ve.

When I finally made it home, I noticed a burning sensation on my chest. At first, I thought it was anxiety or maybe stress from whatever I had just experienced.

But when I looked in the mirror, I nearly threw up.

Carved directly into my chest were the words:

“JOBS2SCARE.”

My name is Devin, and I work at a small convenience store in my town. The place is pretty far removed from civilization. Most people only stop to fill up their gas tanks or grab a coffee before getting back on the road.
I work the night shift, usually from 11 PM to 4 AM. It’s normally quiet — only a handful of customers come in during those hours, and like I said, they’re usually just there for gas. Most nights, I sit behind the counter scrolling through my phone to pass the time.
Honestly, it was the perfect job for me. I’ve never really been much of a people person.
Well… at least it was perfect until this happened.

It was a normal night. I had just finished cleaning the store and stocking the shelves, so all my duties were done until another customer showed up. I was sitting behind the counter, half-focused on my phone, when I heard the electronic beep of the front door opening.
I looked up… and instantly felt my skin crawl.
A man had walked into the store wearing a filthy gray sweatshirt and ripped blue jeans. At first glance, he looked homeless, but then I noticed his face.
Or at least… what was left of it.
I still don’t know how to explain what I saw. His mouth looked stitched shut with thick black thread. One of his eyes was completely missing, leaving behind a dark, hollow socket. His nose looked like it had been sliced halfway off. His skin was pale and uneven, almost rotten-looking.
Now, I know it’s wrong to judge people by their appearance, but this… this didn’t feel human.
I remember exactly what he grabbed from the shelves: a 3 Musketeers bar and one of those tiny travel packs of tissues.
When he walked up to the register, he just stared at me with his one remaining eye. There was no emotion in it. No life. Just this cold, dead stare that made me feel sick to my stomach.
Trying not to panic, I scanned his items while he slowly dug into his pocket and dropped a handful of rusty coins onto the counter. My hands were shaking as I counted the change.
He was short.
I swallowed hard and nervously said,
“Um… sir, you don’t have enough.”
The moment those words left my mouth, his eye locked onto mine.
Before I could react, he grabbed me by the collar with terrifying strength and let out the most blood-curdling grunt I’ve ever heard. It didn’t even sound human.
I tried to shove him off me, but his grip was impossibly strong. With almost no effort, he lifted me off the ground and hurled me straight into the sunglasses display near the front door. Glass and plastic exploded everywhere as I hit the floor.
I was dazed and struggling to breathe, expecting him to attack again.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he just stood there staring at me. Then, slowly, dark blood began pouring out from between the stitches on his mouth. Thick streams of it dripped down his chin and onto the floor.
Without saying a word, he turned around and calmly walked out of the store as if nothing had happened.
The second he disappeared through the door, I scrambled to my feet despite the pain shooting through my body. I locked the entrance, grabbed the phone behind the counter, and called 911.
When the police arrived, I told them everything. Every detail. What he looked like, what he bought, what he did to me.
But the worst part came afterward.
When they checked the security cameras, the footage was corrupted.
From the moment the man entered the store to the second he walked out, the cameras showed nothing but static. It was like that entire encounter had been erased.
The police thought I was either lying or hallucinating from hitting my head.
I quit that job the next morning.
And to this day, every time I hear the beep of a convenience store door opening late at night… I still expect to see that thing walk back in.

This is the first story for my new writing series “jobs2scare” about people finding sketchy jobs on the internet and getting more then they asked for .

I had been scrolling through Craigslist searching for side gigs to make some extra money. Things were rough financially, and most of the jobs I found were either scams or way too far away to be worth the drive. Then I stumbled across a listing for custodial work at an abandoned elementary school that was supposedly preparing to reopen in a couple of years.

The school was about an hour away, but it was still the closest decent-paying job I’d found so far. The work itself sounded simple enough: mop floors, sweep hallways, and keep the building in decent condition until renovations officially started. The pay was twenty dollars an hour, which honestly sounded almost too good to be true in this economy.

Now, before I get into what happened, I’ll admit there were some obvious red flags that I should’ve noticed immediately.

The first was the username attached to the listing: “jobs2scare.”

Even now, I still remember it perfectly.

The second red flag was the account itself. It had only been created four days earlier.

But I ignored all of it because I needed the money.

I submitted an application anyway, and less than an hour later, I received an email saying they wanted to hire me immediately. No interview. No phone call. Nothing. They just told me to show up Friday night and said they’d leave everything I needed inside the old principal’s office.

That should’ve been red flag number three.

Friday evening finally came, and I started the long drive out there. Unfortunately, the shift was overnight, but like I said, I was willing to do anything for the extra cash.

According to my GPS, the school sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles of woods with almost no signs of civilization nearby. The deeper I drove, the more uneasy I started to feel, but eventually I arrived.

The first thing that struck me was that the front doors were already open.

I stepped inside and decided to look around before starting work.

The place was eerie to say the least. I knew it was abandoned, but I didn’t expect it to feel so… untouched. The halls were completely empty, yet everything looked strangely pristine, almost brand new. It felt less like an abandoned school and more like a building frozen in time.

There were no signs of vandalism. No dust-covered furniture. No graffiti.

Just silence.

An awful, unnatural silence.

Eventually, I headed toward the principal’s office, grabbed the cleaning supplies they’d left for me, and started mopping the hallways. For a while, everything seemed normal.

Then I heard it.

A faint humming sound echoed from somewhere deeper in the school.

At first, I couldn’t make out the tune, but slowly the humming turned into words.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do…”

The moment I recognized the song, chills shot down my spine.

Because it wasn’t an adult singing it.

It was a child.

I froze, gripping the mop handle as the voice slowly got closer and closer through the hallway.

Then suddenly…

It stopped.

The silence that followed felt even worse.

My heart was pounding. I kept telling myself I wasn’t crazy. I KNOW I heard a child singing in that building.

Trying to calm myself down, I decided to look around a little more. Maybe someone else had gotten inside somehow.

That’s when I saw it.

A child-sized figure sprinted across the hallway directly in front of me.

I slipped on the wet floor I had just mopped and slammed my head hard against the tile. Pain exploded through my skull, and for a second my vision blurred.

At that point, I decided I needed to get the hell out of there.

I ran toward the front entrance, but when I grabbed the handles, my stomach dropped.

The doors were locked.

I yanked on them over and over, panic setting in as they refused to budge. I knew they had been open when I arrived. Somehow, they had locked behind me.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably now, but the only thing I could do was keep moving and figure out another way out.

I slowly made my way toward one of the classrooms.

When I stepped inside, I saw rows of black desks and old rolling chairs facing a massive chalkboard at the front of the room. Everything was still and silent.

Then I heard tapping.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The sound was coming from the chalkboard.

I turned toward it—and nearly screamed.

A piece of chalk was floating by itself, dragging across the board as invisible hands guided it.

Slowly, it wrote three words:

“I would run.”

I stumbled backward in terror before ripping a fire extinguisher from the emergency case beside the door. My plan was simple: smash a window and get out.

But the moment I rushed back into the hallway, I stopped dead in my tracks.

They were standing there.

Five children.

Or at least… things pretending to be children.

Their bodies looked distorted and pale, their faces twisted into unnatural smiles. I could feel something horribly wrong radiating from them. Pure evil.

Then, in perfect unison, they began singing:

“It won’t be a stylish marriage… I can’t afford a carriage…”

That same damn song.

I swung the fire extinguisher into the nearest window over and over until the glass finally shattered. As I climbed through, one of the figures lunged toward me.

Its nails scraped across my arm, slicing my skin open.

I barely felt the pain.

Adrenaline had completely taken over.

I threw myself through the broken window, hit the ground hard outside, then sprinted toward my car faster than I’ve ever run in my life.

The second I got inside, I locked the doors, started the engine, and sped out of there without looking back.

To this day, that was the most terrifying experience of my entire life.

Luckily, I live alone, because I honestly don’t know how I’d explain any of this to another person without sounding completely insane.

A few days later, I checked Craigslist again.

The account that posted the listing had vanished.

No trace of it anywhere.

I still don’t know what happened in that school that night, or what those things really were. Maybe I was never supposed to leave that building alive.

All I know is that I made it home safe.

But I didn’t leave that place unchanged.

Ever since that night, I’ve lived with a kind of fear I can’t fully explain… and a new understanding that some places are abandoned for a reason.