Mochrie has a minion!

Bailiúchán the Merryfly

Should have brought my phone. Bored as hell. I’m writing this by the light of the emergency exit sign. No sign of Professor Mochrie yet. Told ya Eaman you daft sod. I’m freezing my balls off here. I guess the janitor turns the heating off when he goes home at night. Only 10 more hours to go. Let’s see if I can find anything interesting to kill the time with, other than that ghastly dead bug collection.

Well, found something allright. Bunch of the old school magazines in a storage cupboard. I’ll give you this Eaman, some of the weird crap you said about this classroom actually checks out. Found the obituary for Professor Mochrie in 2014, as well as for some teaching assistant a while later. Neither mention what they died off though. But man, did some stuff happen in this biology classroom.

In September 2015 a student accidentally cut himself on a scalpel as he cleared his stuff away at the end of a lesson. Got a very nasty infection and died in hospital about a week later.

October 2016, a girl with loose hair fumbled with one of the Bunsen burners and caught fire. Really badly burned, didn't live long either. Lovely obituary in the school's magazine though.

September 2018. One of those shelves suddenly collapsed under the strain of all those creepy specimens; you can guess what it did to the health of the student underneath it. The school board settled the liability case out of court. Public statement in the magazine labelling it as a freak accident. Well, they got the freak part right.

And look, this one you didn’t know about yet I think. Last one I could find, guy went missing after the Yule Ball in 2019. No suicide note to be found though. They only found his body after the weekend. Poor sod.

I can’t believe the school still has those freaky specimen jars with dead shit in it. We have ipads and digital blackboards in class, and then we have those jars from like the 1800’s or something. What on earth we need those for? Guess that student didn’t take all of them down with him. Sets the mood right for this ghost hunt though!

I wasn’t joking about the cold. Feels almost like freezing. School board was never big on spending money on maintenance and it shows. Shitty insulation. Eaman, you started this bet, you better have that bottle of booze ready tomorrow. I don’t care if the teachers catch me, I’m gonna need to warm up before class starts!

The wind is blowing the trees outside the window all over the place, does some funny shit with the shadows from the moonlight. I swear some of those shadows were, like, moving man, in the wrong direction or something. I guess the lack of sleep is kicking in. Let’s see if I can catch some sleep here.

This place is creeping me the hell out. Tried to make a bed with some lab coats under a desk against the cold. Man, it’s got no right to be this cold, it’s March already, we got daffodils and shit growing in the school yard. Felt the cold shoot right up my spine just now, like a nerve was touched. Didn’t know cold could do that. Curse that wind for keeping me awake!

Jesus Christ, I swear to God one of the shadows just got up and moved! It’s like, swirling and floating, I don’t know what this thing is, freaking claws and shit man! Eaman, I swear, if I survive this shit I’m gonna kill you!

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Story and profile by Celt.
More backstory here.
Art by Selkie.
Classroom photo by Tobias Reich.
Paper photo by Dan Cristian Peduret.
(PS: Did you notice the ghost in Mochrie's classroom? Hover if you can't see it!)