School Horror Stories
 

Does anyone have horror stories from when they used to go to school? I don't mean scary teachers, and school bullies. I'm talking scary stuff. Stuff that would soil your pants. Here's mine......
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Here is the ultimate school horror story. Go check the Arkansas public School records if you don't believe. I left some things out for graphic reasons.

A long time ago when I was in fifth grade, a horrible thing happened. I was sitting in the back yard playing my Game Boy. I enjoyed listening to the random conversations of the rowdy kids that lived on the hill above our dueplex back then, and saw they were getting out their walkie talkies. I naturally went and got mine. Their yakking seemed innocent enough for awile, until I heard what they were planning. These kids were pretty rowdy and mean, and got pretty bad grades, and I knew they beat the crap out of other students regularally (myself not excluded), but I never would have thought this. They had been written up 5 times (6 and you were expelled). They were in the process of getting their sixth (hitting a teacher) so as revenge they were planning on killing several students/teachers on their way out. When I heard this I was scared for a minute, but then laughed it off. These idiots couldn't do something like that. I should have listened. That Friday, we had assembly and were on our way to lunch. On the way, they hit. You see, at assembly, the entire school is in one room, teachers, students and all. When we were going down the hall, Terell (the older brother of the two) came running down the hall with a huge knife. Who knows where his whimpy little brother was, but Terell was mean enough to pull it off. He had been in Juvenile Hall for a year and we all know what goes on in there. He came at our class, and stabbed a girl in the gut. She was pretty skinny so the knife almost went completely through her. She was my friend Jennifer. She was one of the nicest people I ever knew. She was kind hearted and and very unselfish. I used to squabble with her during class because we shared a desk, but she never griped about it. Once I got my butt kicked at recess, and ran off crying. I hid from everyone, but Jennifer followed me. She followed me all the way across the playground no matter how much I tried to avoid her. When she caught up, I discovered she was only trying to give me a hug and try to cheer me up. We were close from that point on. We watched Jennifer die in front of us. She bled out and her heart stopped before the stupid ambulance showed up. They couldn’t revive her. I got over it a long time ago, but it was hard. My stupid friends would make fun of me because I couldn’t get over her, calling me sissy and such. I felt like my only friends in the world were a plumber and a hedgehog. I’ve been very defensive of my love of video games since. This is a true story.
That’s my school horror story and one of the reasons that I began home schooling when I did. I’ll shut up now. End of story.

:| ...talk about a bring down

Now I just want to go murder these mother ****ers...

I certianly wish I could have.

Boy, I don't even know what to say about that. :(

It makes you wonder how these kids got to be who they are, you know? What horrible things occurred in their lives that made them say to themselves, "I think I'll go kill one of my classmates today"?

Sad. Very sad.

Fortunately, I never had anything serious happen during my high school days. The most heated it ever got was when my Economics teacher shoved a smart-alecky kid up against the lockers because the kid said something rude about his wife.

This teacher just happened to be the wrestling coach, as well, so I can imagine he had some power behind that shove.

"I'll see you all in the practice room." - Leonardo, from "Leonardo Lightens Up"

what's an assembly and what is it good for? (i've heard of that strange ritual of american pupils before... :D)

well anyway, here's my story (not a good one, but what the heck):

I was in seventh grade and there was this girl who confessed to me that she actually felt she was homosexual. WEll, no problem, i mena: who cares these days? so no big deal. for me at least. other class members heard of that and started bullying us around. She was the lesbian and i was something else which would be too rude to post here. we had a hard time. Then in ninth grade, she tried to kill herself because of those bastards. as soon as i was informed i started crying and next day i really had to go to school (not that i would hav ewanted). Then i saw them again. they made their usual remarks and i tired not to listen to them. then they said "hopefully she's dead. that would put an end to her suffering". Then it made "click" in my brain and i went for that guy. thing is i didn't even want to do that nor could i affect that in any way. i smashed his head against a wall couple o' times and kicked him when he was lying on the floor bleeding. in the end he had three broken ribs, a borken nose, two smashed out teeth and a severe the-thing-you-get-when-your-head-gets-shaken-pretty-bad (my english, sorry). The others got off lucky, one was bleeding out of his mouth, the other had some marks.

I nearly got kicked out of school for that, but then they had to face taht mobbing was there and kicked nobody instead.

Now...what was scary abaout that story. Me. i was scared of myself. actually at that moment i couldn't control myself. Nothing could have. there was my body and my mind couldn't contrrol what it did. scares me...

these "Berzerker"-Rages came once again when my best friend (female) got hit by an albanian gangsta. he ended up with some pretty bad marks.

Concussion is the word you were looking for. Man, what a story. I feel sorry for you're friend. :cry:

I used to have a friend in high school that was a nutjob. He was pretty cool most of the time, but on some days, for no reason he would just attack people (myself included) And when I mean attack, I mean fists where flying. He would also do almost anything that anyone told him to do (even if it was a joke) One time I told him to go punch this retarded kid that nobody liked in the face. He did it. Only he didn't just punch him, he wailed on him and knocked him out. Needless to say my friend got expelled and then dropped out, and I never saw him again. Last I heard he was in jail for drug possesion. I don't really know if thats a horror story, but it happened.

Wow, these stories are...wow.

Closest I've had, was back in ninth grade. A girl found a note on the girls bathroom saying "If you thought Columbine was bad, wait til you see this." Word got out around the school, have the students left. Me and my friend stayed. Thankfully, nothing happened, but a few days later, they did find Molotov Cocktails on the roof. That was pretty scary.

Wow. We had the exact same thing at our school. Only nobody cared.

my all-time best friend was once close to do a columbine-style massacre at school. he was bullied around too. i hate bullies (who doesn't?)

Ah yes... high school. The whole concpet of all my years there is a horror story in itself. :dead: Of course, I was among the many geeky girl freaks there, that people made fun of or was flat out ignored.

But I do remember this one beeatch from Jr. High, who thought she was all that. I witnessed her starting a fight with this other chic. First she like went up behind the girl, and then cracked her lunchtray over the girls head. The other girl was stunned, but then turned on the beeatch, nail bared. Typical girly scrap ensued. Tuffs of ripped hair flying, earrings getting ripped off. Ouch... finally a couple guy teachers came in to tear them apart.

Then there was my last day of school as a jr. high senior. That beeatch and I were in the same class, and by this time, she also hated my guts. So she starts throwing more insults at me (usually about how I look ugly, or that I act like a lesbian), and I finally got fed up. I said something convincing go against her accusations, then I flipped my chair/desk onto her. Of course, the teacher was out, so no one was to stop us. I can't remember what happened next though, cause I know she didn't go back at me. Maybe my sudden spark of retaliation surprised her. Or that the bell rang (it was the last class of the day), and I quickly left the scene. Fortunately, that girl didn't go to the same HS as I did. :tanime:

But it is a sad thing to realize just how mad high scool students can become. How violent, how judgemental, and heartless. So quick at the tongue to accuse and make fun of those who are not like you and your friends. Goths vs preps. Jocks vs. geeks. But the vicious circle still continues on... :evil:

High School--or is it the jungle?

Here's a whacked-up story for you guys:

During this year (my sophomore year), there was this series of incidents caused by a guy named Ryan. Now, Ryan was a genuine, grade-A, total asshole. His life was to torture others. I had had several clashes with him myself--I was able to take care of myself, though.

Ryan really, really, really, really, hated most of the girls in our school. I can understand it, but only to a degree. Sure, most of our girls are sluts/preps, but that's because they're just teens. Anyway, one of these girls he hated was a prep by the name of Emily. A couple of days after they had a little arguement, her house was broken into. The walls and bed were, swear to god, covered in human poop. Her underwear was also stolen.

But, this wasn't the last case.

About ten or so girls later, the cops finally caught the bastard. One of the victims in these raids lived about a block away from me, and she was a cop's kid. He got sent away and is facing something like 11 counts of breaking & entering and theft. I hope they try him as an adult, convict him, and lock him away for a good, long time.

ugh....I was always used as a scapgoat and teased because I was taking honors classes, in the band, doing science fair, and my horseback riding. People tend to be jealous of me.....I was a normal person except for being very studious.

Or, even worse, the Geeky Goths against the Preppy Jocks, like I went through...didn't esculate to anything, but we were always ready to snap. High school really sucks.

These confrontations and such helped me to write a 20 page thesis on High School Social Classes. It went on to examine how each group would act to others, and in certain situations. It listed the Social Pyramid, etc. I sent it to a couple friends and soon enough it had circulated around school, and almost everyone was reading it. Teachers included. Oddly enough, considering how cynical I was of everyone, I never got hassled or opressed by the Man (teachers, principles). Most I got was "Hey, pretty funny." but I noticed that most people place Goths vs Jocks, and Preps vs. Nerds together, and such, and most assume, "Oh, jocks are bad guys, Preps are mean." It depends on the situation, most of the time both groups are equally responsible for the confrontations.

But stories like these, really scare the piss out of me.

or it could be Goths vrs geeks and the preps.

It's a vicious cycle. But sometimes the antics can be funny.

I think the most horryfying thing I've ever seen is the logs from the Collumbine security cameras the day of the massacre, you can see them in Bowling For Collumbine, one of the best documentaries ever.

i rarley got picked on in high school. i was even a tad popular because i was crazy. you either hated me or you loved me. i talked alot and had my own style of funny. it wasnt high school that was bad it was MIDDLE SCHOOl. i got picked on very bad then. middle school is worst than high school when it comes to being made fun of.

Middle School is a pain in the ass, I do have to agree. It's a very odd time when you have no clue as to who you are.

Thank god for fanfic-writing, or I would have probably gone nuts.

The world is a sick twisted place filled with insane manicas. :(

I hardly got picked on at school too. I hung out with a rough crowd so that's probably why.

Yeah, you seem like a ruffian.

I went to school in Camden, NJ. If anyone doesn't know what that place is like, imagine a place where 4 year olds carry weapons and push drugs. I've been shot at, cut, stoned, beaten, thrown into a pile of broken glass...

One time the cops swarmed the play and grabbed a murderer who had taken cover there. Ahhhhh...the joys of Catholic school.

I developed a taste for blood after years of hazzing and death threats. After the first time I had my ass kicked, I realized I wasn't too keen on the whole process and decided I better just try and beat the hell out of these people.

Bullies don't seem so bad when they are lying on a stretcher,

Maybe it's the whole taste for blood thing...?

Christ, so much has happened in my life I can't begin to tell you whats wrong with me.

EDIT: To sum it all up, I hate my life.

:sick: woah......just......woah....