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Creepypasta #1056: I'm A Janitor At A Fucking Creepy School

Length: Super long

Yeah I know, janitor, what the fuck. Sounds like the worst job in the world and to be honest, it really is horrible. The unimaginable things that I’ve had to clean up. How these little kids can expel such utterly vomit inducing things from their body is beyond me. I’ve pretty much been turned off from ever having kids ever. Unless I don’t have to clean up after them. Anyway my name is Brandon, I’m 28 years old and God… I don’t even want to admit this, even though you’ll probably never meet me but, I still live with my parents. It’s fucking brutal.

I take care of three to four schools a day in the Vancouver area. I start after school ends and finish around midnight. Sometimes I go a little later depending on my speed and the volume of the task at hand. Usually I clean up rooms n bathrooms (ugh), mopping and vacuuming all that boring shit. Usually it’s pretty uneventful but recently some really weird things have been happening.

There’s this one elementary school I just started cleaning. I won’t say their name for obvious reasons. It’s the final school I hit at the end of the night. I usually get there at around 10pm and work till midnight or a little later. This school is pretty small, but there was a weird feeling to it, a strange energy. I dunno. Like it’s been through things. Seen things. I hate going there. I used to bring a buddy along but he stopped helping me last week. He wouldn’t tell me why. He just stopped showing up. He won’t pick up his phone or text me back, nothing. It was so much better when he was working with me, but now I’m back alone.

Nothing much has happened to me at the school, except weird vibes. I always feel like someone is watching me. There are parts of the school that get cold for no reason. I constantly see things moving in the corner of my eye. It’s all really fucking creepy but nothing substantial has actually happened to me, nothing really tangible. That is, until tonight. I’m sitting in my car right now, at some park far away from the school and I can’t stop shaking. I’m typing this all up on my phone - I don’t want to forget what happened.

I fucking hope I’m not going crazy.

So I got to the school a little late. It was about 11 pm. The last school had a huge mess in the girls bathroom. There was shit on the ceiling. I don’t know how that’s even possible. I start by going through every classroom, vacuuming and cleaning up spills and stuff. It’s right at then end of summer here, so it’s still pretty warm.

I was in the last room at the end of a long hallway. It was kind of a strange room as it was the only one without windows. It felt different than the other rooms. It was covered up with some ugly yellowish wallpaper that was pretty worn and tearing. You could see the wall underneath it was dark and grimy. All the other classrooms had painted walls but this was the only one with this weird wallpaper. 

I was on all fours scrubbing this stupid fucking juice box stain out of the carpet when I heard what I thought was a child’s voice. I took my ear buds out and turned my ear to the hallway silently waiting for another sound. Nothing. I figured I was just tripping balls as I had smoked quite the fatty before I got here (not sure why, I think it helps calm me down). 

So I get back to the stupid fucking stain, scrubbing like a mother fucker. Fuck it, I could care less. I stand up and walk towards the door when all the hair on my body stands up. I look around and realize that all the chairs are on top of the desks. They’re standing on all fours, like they would if the were on the floor. And I know one hundred percent that they were all on the floor a second ago. I haven’t vacuumed yet, I didn’t put any of them on the desks. And if I did I would never stand them like that. 

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