MidReal Story
Secrets of the Deadly School
Scenario:
A school with a murder ever group of children are separate by numbers 4B and 5B following after continuing until 1G where the murder is getting closer and closer to the other groups day by day but nobody knows what's going on
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The first time I heard about the murders, I was in the cafeteria with my friends.
We were eating lunch and talking about our classes when the girl from 3G ran in and started screaming.
She was crying so hard that it took her a few minutes to calm down enough to tell us what happened.
I didn’t know her name, but she was friends with one of the girls in my group, so we all listened as she told us that someone had killed everyone in 2G.
She said that she’d been walking by their classroom and heard a noise, so she went inside to see what it was.
That’s when she found them all dead.
At first, we didn’t believe her.
We thought that maybe it was some kind of prank or that she was just trying to scare us for some reason.
But then the teachers came in and told us that it was true.
I looked at John and Sarah, who were sitting across from me at the table, their eyes wide with shock.
For a few minutes, nobody said anything, and I could hear the sound of the girl crying in the background.
Finally, John broke the silence.
“Maybe it was just the meatloaf,” he said.
John was like that.
He always tried to stay calm and rational, even when things got crazy.
He also had a really dry sense of humor, so it took me a second before I realized he was joking.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it,” I said.
“My guess is that there was some kind of mix-up at the meat factory, and they accidentally packaged some poison in with it.”
Sarah laughed, but it was a nervous sound that quickly faded away.
The cafeteria door burst open again, and the girl from 3G staggered back into the room, her face as white as a sheet.
She was breathing heavily, like she’d been running, and it took her a few seconds to catch her breath.
Sweat was pouring down her face, and her hair was sticking to her skin in thick clumps.
She looked like she was in shock—or maybe even going crazy.
“Everyone in 2G is dead,” she shouted.
“They’re all dead.”
She kept repeating herself over and over again, so we knew it must be true.
It wasn’t just some kind of sick joke—something that 3G did sometimes to mess with the other students.
The teachers grabbed the girl by the arms and tried to get her to calm down.
They were talking to her in low, soothing voices—telling her that everything was going to be okay—but it didn’t seem to be working.
She was still screaming and crying, so they finally just dragged her out of the room and told us all to stay where we were.
There were only about twenty other kids in the cafeteria with us at the time—most of them from our year—and we all sat in silence for a few seconds after the teachers left.
It was impossible to think about anything else but what that girl had said—that everyone in 2G was dead.
Dead, as in not just sick or hurt or injured, but gone forever.
I felt like I was in some kind of nightmare, where nothing made sense, and everything was happening too quickly for me to keep up with it all.
I turned back to look at John and Sarah, who were still sitting across from me at the table.
They both looked like they were in shock, too, their eyes wide with fear and confusion.
“What are we supposed to do?”
Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Should we go back to our rooms?”
“We should probably wait until the teachers come back,” John said.
The cafeteria door opened again, and a group of teachers came in, including our own homeroom teacher, Mr.Keaton.
But then his voice came through loud and clear over the walkie-talkie’s speaker: “We have a confirmed casualty.”
The sound of his voice made my heart start pounding in my chest, like it was trying to escape from my body.
Mr.Keaton didn’t look any better than he sounded—he looked pale and sick to his stomach—but he quickly schooled his features into a more composed expression before he continued talking into the walkie-talkie.
“Ten students have been confirmed dead so far,” he said.
“So we’ll be moving on to the next group.”
A few of the other teachers gasped when they heard Mr.Keaton’s words, and some of them even looked like they were going to be sick.
“We’ll need you to be on standby,” he said.
And then there was a pause before he finally added: “Good luck.” The teachers around him exchanged worried looks as Mr.Keaton’s words sank in.
“Just do your best to stay calm,” one of them said in a soothing voice.
“We’re all scared right now.”
“Ye-yeah,” another teacher stuttered.
“That’s right.We’re all scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared.”
Mr.Keaton turned away from them so they couldn’t see his face and spoke into the walkie-talkie one last time: “I can’t believe this is really happening.” The other teachers were silent for a few seconds after Mr.Keaton’s voice finally went quiet over the walkie-talkie’s speaker.
Then a few of them started talking to each other in low voices: “What are we supposed to do?”
“There’s nothing we can do.We just have to try to stay calm.”
“But how do we tell the students?”
“We have to tell them something.”
A couple of teachers walked over to the door that led into the cafeteria and opened it up.
Everyone turned to look at them as they entered the room—every pair of eyes in the room on the teachers’ faces as they tried to figure out what happened next.
“We have some bad news,” one of the teachers said in a shaky voice.
“Two-G has been wiped out.”
There was a low murmur of shock that ran through the room when we heard the teacher’s words, like no one could believe what they’d just heard.
The teachers looked just as shocked as we did—some of them were even crying—but they also looked scared and worried about what might come next.
Through the open doorway, I could see that there were a bunch of other teachers out in the hallway, too, including the principal and vice-principal.
The teachers hurried back into the hallway when they saw us sitting there—like it was an emergency or something—and then closed the door behind them so we couldn’t hear what they were saying.
I sat there feeling totally numb after the teacher told us that 2G had been killed—like I was just an empty shell of a person—but then I felt someone grab my hand tightly.
I turned my head to look at John and saw the look of panic on his face.
“C’mon,” he said desperately as he tugged on my arm.“We have to get back into the school.”
I don’t know why John was saying that because we were already inside the school—but then I turned around and saw that the teachers had gone around to all the different doors in the hallway and closed them up so we couldn’t get out.
One of the teachers who was still in the cafeteria saw me looking at the closed door—and she must have seen the question on my face—because she walked over to me and knelt down beside me so she could talk to me at eye level.
“There’s something wrong with the security cameras on the second floor,” she said softly as she brushed my hair back away from my face.“We have to keep you in here while we get it fixed.”
“What’s going on?”
“We’re just trying to keep you safe,” she said with a sad smile as she patted me on the shoulder and then got up again to go talk to some other students who were also looking scared and confused by what was happening.
The teachers went around and talked to all of us, one by one, to try to make sure we all knew what was happening—and I guess they were trying to make sure that none of us was so scared that we couldn’t understand what they were saying—but it didn’t really help at all.
We all knew that we were still in danger—even if they didn’t want to say it out loud—and it didn’t help to be reminded that we were sitting ducks waiting for something bad to happen to us, too.
It wasn’t just scary—it was like this dark cloud had come over everything and cast a feeling of doom over everything and everyone in the school.
It was especially bad for me and my friends in 1G because 2G was supposed to be our next target—and that meant that it would be our turn next to be killed by whatever was out there killing people in our school right now.
There weren’t many students left in the school at this point, but most of them were huddled together in one corner of the room—or in one big group altogether on one side of the room—trying to feel safe by being close to each other, even though they knew it wouldn’t really help if someone came after us with a gun or a knife or whatever it was that they were using to kill people in our school right now.
I noticed some of the older students trying to get some of the younger students to sit still while they waited for more news about what was happening, but a lot of them couldn’t stop crying—and their sobs were like this constant background noise that just made everything seem even more terrifying than it already was.
“Your turn is next.”.
I jumped when I heard the voice coming up behind me and turned around to see that it was one of the teachers who had spoken.
She sat down beside me and put her arm around my shoulders to try to comfort me as she looked around at all the terrified students.
“It’s going to be okay,” she said as she patted me on the back.
“We’re going to keep you safe.”
I didn’t understand what she was talking about at first—but then I remembered that 2G was our next target for the killings, and that meant that 1G would be the group to be killed first.
That’s when the weight of what was happening finally hit me, and I started to cry as I realized that we were all going to die right here in this room together.
The teachers helped us get through the rest of the day as best they could—especially after they found out what had happened to 2G.
They gave us food and water and even talked to us about some things to try to keep our minds off what was happening—but it was all just a big distraction from the reality of the situation.
There was nothing they could do to help us except wait for something terrible to happen to us next.
After a while, we heard the sound of sirens coming from outside the school—so we knew that there were police officers on their way to come and help us—and that’s when they let us go back to our classrooms and wait for them there.
When the police officers finally showed up at the school, they made sure we were all safe inside our classrooms before they went in to investigate what had happened in the cafeteria.
After about an hour or so, they came back to tell us what they had found out.
When they opened up the door to our classroom, we saw that the students from 2G—all of them—had been killed.
They were all over the place—some were lying on top of tables, some were slumped over in their chairs, and some were lying on the floor—but it was like they hadn’t even noticed that they were dead because their food was still sitting right there in front of them, untouched.
There was blood everywhere, and it was like you couldn’t take a step without seeing another dead body lying there on the floor.
It was bad enough that some of us started screaming when we saw what had happened—but then we looked around at everyone else and saw them doing the exact same thing, too.
Some people were crying, some were laughing hysterically, and some were just staring off into space like they couldn’t even believe what they were seeing right now.
John, Sarah, and I didn’t know what to do when we saw what was happening.
We just stood there frozen in place while the reality of what had happened sank in—and then I remembered that our turn was next.
We were from 1G, so that meant that we were going to be killed next .
“Killer?But all doors and windows are locked from inside.”
I turned around at the sound of my homeroom teacher’s voice and saw him standing in front of the rest of the teachers with his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for someone to answer his question.
“Yes,” another teacher replied, nodding his head in agreement with Mr.
“We went around and checked every single door and window at this school when it first went into lockdown—and not one of them was open at all.
There’s no way that anyone from outside this school could have gotten inside without us knowing.”
“So how do you explain this?”
He asked, motioning toward everyone who was inside our classroom right now with his hand.
“Are you trying to say that there’s no killer here right now?That these kids just ate some bad food or something?”
“We don’t think so,” another teacher replied, shaking her head slowly back and forth as she did so.
“We’re not exactly sure what it is yet—but one thing’s for sure: it’s not food poisoning.”
“Well, then, do you have any idea how something like this happened?”
He asked, throwing his arms up into the air.
“We don’t know that yet, either,” she replied, shaking her head back and forth slowly as she did so.
“But we promise you that once we do, we’ll let you know.
In the meantime, we need to go and check on everyone else to see if anyone else is hurt.
If you three are okay here by yourselves, we’ll be back soon.”
Before any of them could say anything else, they turned around and walked out of our classroom—leaving us there by ourselves with more questions than answers.
“You know, it’s funny,” I said as soon as I was sure they were gone.
“The three of us were just talking about 2G last night when all of a sudden now they’re all dead.”
“It was more than just 2G, too,” John added, frowning even more than he already was.
“Look at all of them—and they’ve got those tags around their necks like they’re cattle or something.”
When I thought about it, I knew he was right.
All of them were from 2G—but not a single one of them looked like they were going to be able to get up from where they were lying any time soon.
“Maybe they were poisoned,” Sarah suggested, biting down on her bottom lip as she thought about it.
“But if that were true,” I said, “then that would mean that they did it to themselves—and I don’t think that’s very likely here at a school where everyone’s so strict about everything.”
“Besides,” John added, “there are more than twenty people here—and I’m pretty sure that it’s not very often that you hear about twenty people killing themselves at once.”
The three of us thought about it for a minute before we shook our heads in agreement with one another.
That didn’t make any sense to us at all.
“What do you think it is then?”
Sarah asked after a while.
“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head slowly back and forth at her.
“But I’m starting to get worried now.”
Just then, we heard footsteps coming down the hallway toward our classroom.
We didn’t know who it was at first—only that it was someone walking quickly along the tile floor.
But then we heard Mrs.
Bennett’s voice calling out to someone else in front of her: “I don’t care what you say—I’m still not convinced that this is just some strange coincidence.”
“I’m not either, ma’am,” someone else replied—but we couldn’t see who it was from where we were sitting.
“We’ll just have to wait and see what happens next.”
“And what if something else happens?”
“I don’t know what we’ll do then.”
The two of them kept talking while they walked down the hallway toward our classroom until they finally got close enough to where we were that we could see who they were: Mrs.
Bennett and Mrs.
Coleman, two of our teachers who had been in charge of 2G until just a few minutes ago.
When they both saw us sitting there with our heads down on our desks, they stopped talking and looked down at us with worried expressions on their faces.
“What are you three still doing here?
Don’t you remember what I told you earlier?
At first, I wasn’t sure what they meant.
But when I thought about it for a second, I remembered that they had told us earlier that if anything happened to them or to anyone else that we weren’t supposed to leave until they came back for us.
All of a sudden now it made sense.
The reason that they had left us there by ourselves earlier was because they had gone to go check on someone else—and that someone else just happened to be in 2G.
Thank God they hadn’t been talking about us.
“No,” I answered quickly as soon as I realized what they were getting at.
“We remember what you said—but we haven’t seen anyone else since you left us earlier.
We’ve just been sitting here by ourselves.”
“Good,” Mrs.
Bennett said with a sigh of relief as she put her hand over her heart.
“You should be safe here for now—but if anything happens or if you see anything strange at all, don’t hesitate to come and tell someone right away.
Do you understand me?”
The three of us nodded our heads at her—and then she and Mrs.
Coleman walked out of our classroom and closed the door behind them.
At first, none of us said anything because we were all too scared to speak.
But as soon as we heard them walking away from our classroom again, we all turned back around in our desks and started talking again.
“Do you think it’s possible that it could have been one of us who did this?”
John asked after a few minutes had passed by in silence.
“We did have that one guy in our class last year who tried to bring a gun into school—and what if he wasn’t the only one?”
“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Sarah replied with a confused look on her face.
“If one of them did do it, then how would they have done it?
I don’t think it’s very likely that someone just ran in here and started shooting everyone one by one.
I mean, it’s not like they would have been able to get very far without anyone noticing them.”
“But then how did this happen?”