There’s a Vampire Outbreak at My Middle School and No One’s Talking About It

 There’s a Vampire Outbreak at My Middle School and No One’s Talking About It

So, I’m 13, in 8th grade, and I go to a pretty normal middle school… or I did. Until about two weeks ago.

It started on a Tuesday. I remember because Tuesdays suck already, and this one was extra cursed. First period was science, and Mr. Klein wasn’t there. We got a sub—some weird pale guy in a long coat. He smelled like wet leaves and old coins. Said his name was “Mr. Blackwell,” but I swear I heard him mutter something like “Bartholomew of the Night” under his breath.

Whatever, we all just thought he was a wannabe goth.

Weird thing was, he never blinked. And he wouldn’t go near the windows. Some kids started joking that he was a vampire. It was funny… until the next day.

Wednesday, Megan Taylor didn’t come to school. She’s never absent. Like, perfect attendance, total overachiever. People were whispering that she fainted at home and got taken to the hospital.

By Friday, five more kids were out. The school sent a mass email saying there was “a virus going around,” but it didn’t feel like that. No one was coughing or sneezing. People were just… tired. Pale. Like, zombie-vampire hybrid pale.

My friend Benny said he saw Megan in the nurse’s office Thursday morning before she “left.” He swore she had bite marks on her neck. I told him to stop watching Twilight reruns, but then he showed me a picture he secretly took from the hallway window.

She had a scarf on—tight—but you could see two little red dots near her collarbone, like someone had stabbed her with a fork.

I started watching the halls more carefully after that.

Things got creepier fast.

The janitor, Mr. Ramos, was the first adult to go missing. He was chill—used to sneak us candy if we stayed late for detention. Then one day, poof, gone. They replaced him with another guy… pale, silent, always wears gloves.

The next week, our assistant principal started acting off. Normally she’s a total drill sergeant, but now she just stands in the hallway… watching. Doesn’t say a word. Her eyes look glassy, and her skin’s almost gray.

That same day, I swear I saw Mr. Blackwell dragging a trash bag into the old boiler room.

No one uses the boiler room anymore. The doors are usually locked. But after school I sneaked around and saw a crack in the door.

Inside were like… cages. Actual cages. I saw one move.

I’m not stupid. I didn’t go in. I just ran.

I told Benny, and we came up with a plan: stay late Friday, sneak in, get proof.

Friday night, we “missed the bus” and pretended to wait for our parents. We hid behind the lockers near the gym until the halls were empty.

We snuck to the boiler room again. The door was wide open.

There were more cages this time. Three of them were full. And inside… were students.

I recognized two of them: Lauren from band and Jacob from P.E. Their eyes glowed faint red, and their mouths had fangs. Real, sharp fangs. Lauren hissed at us. We backed away slowly.

And then we heard footsteps.

Mr. Blackwell stepped out of the shadows like a freakin’ horror movie villain. I swear he floated. He smiled—sharp teeth and all—and said, “Ah. New volunteers.”

We booked it. Benny threw a fire extinguisher at him. It bought us, like, five seconds. We ran to the art wing and hid in the clay supply closet.

We waited there for an hour. Didn’t even breathe loud.

When we finally left, the hallways were empty again. The boiler room was locked.

The next day, no one believed us. Teachers acted normal. The principal laughed when Benny brought it up.

But now Jacob and Lauren are back in class.

Except they’re different. Pale. Quiet. They flinch at sunlight, and Jacob tried to bite a pencil in half.

I think they’re converting students one by one. Quietly. No one’s questioning it. Maybe the teachers are in on it. Maybe they're not even human anymore.

And get this—Monday we have a blood drive in the gym.

Tell me that’s not sketchy.

Benny’s parents pulled him out of school after he came home with a nosebleed and no memory of what happened 6th period.

I’m still here. My parents won’t listen. They think I’m making it up to skip class.

But I’m not.

I’ve been sleeping with garlic under my pillow. I’ve got a mirror shard taped inside my locker door. And yesterday I caught my English teacher’s reflection missing.

It’s spreading.

If I stop posting, don’t assume I got grounded.

Assume I got bitten.

EDIT (Next Day):
I’m typing this from the library. Most of the windows here are boarded up now “because of renovations.” The librarian hasn’t blinked in 40 minutes. She just offered me a “vitamin drink.”

I think today might be my last day.

Wish me luck.

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