Now, you’ve just read the title to this, and you are most likely thinking “Fantastic. Another one of those ‘academy mystery’ things right? Wrong.
When I was eleven, I was recruited to go to Liberty Memorial Academy. This place was a military school in the middle of fucking nowhere. Now, I have to tell you that this wasn’t your average school for bad kids. Hell, I can assure you, before going to that school everyone there had perfect records, gifted students even. Anyway, it was really old and really big. The original school itself had been a monument to honor 19 civil war soldiers who had died. Every year, ten people from schools all over the country were picked to join. You had to display certain traits, to be chosen. Even after months of digging, I still haven’t found out just what those traits were.
At the age of thirteen, I was promoted to the position of student corporal. This was an honor which gave you privileges other students didn’t have, like leaving the school grounds, dyeing your hair, wearing a nicer uniform. It was great, and I fun with it, until I was called upon. One rainy day in the middle of April, we were out running drills when I was told to run into the mess hall and grab a sword that had been left in there by a higher-ranking officer. I did, but as soon as I ran in, I felt something was very, very wrong. The lights were dim, and the curtains were drawn. I looked around for the sword, not moving from directly in front of the door. I tried to rationalize the situation and willed myself to step further in the large room. I located the sword, lying on a rolled-up wrestling mat near to the back door. I turned on a whim, only to see the lights come on in the kitchen area, flicker, and stay on only long enough for me to view the silhouette of a man, dressed in black, but not any type of uniform. At this point, I was shaking, and I sprinted out the back, barely grabbing the sword. A friend of mine, another commander, saw me in utter terror and asked me if I was okay. I told her I wasn’t, but I knew how crazy I would sound, so I dropped the issue.
Things after this seemed to die down, only long enough for me to feel safe going places alone again. This time it was somewhere around two in the morning, and I had gone out to the roof with a few friends, just to hang out, as tomorrow was the day Night School would commence. Night School was when we would train and run drills all day, and do classes at night, sleeping when it was absolutely necessary. Anyway, we were up there, goofing off and being teenage idiots, when I heard a sound that haunts me to this day. It was a sort of creaking, groaning noise, almost as if someone was opening a huge ass old door and hacking at it with an ax. One of the girls screamed, and the two others held their hands over her mouth. I was the only one who had thought to bring any sort of weapon, but even then it was only my dagger. I motioned for them to move, and hide behind one of the skylights. The sound had come from the access door, and I knew we were pretty fucked. I walked stealthily towards it, barely breathing. Suddenly, I was violently pushed aside, and thrown across the roof. I landed hard, my head slamming into the concrete. My vision was swimming, my hands didn’t do what I wanted them to. According to Onyx, the girl who screamed, the only reason I’m not dead is because I hit the skylight, and was stopped from rolling off the roof. Another of the girls up there, Ellie, wasn’t as fortunate. The thing, whatever it was, grabbed her as she tried to shield Onyx and Lydia, and threw her off the roof. She lived, but was in ICU for an entire month. At the time Ellie was thrown, Onyx grabbed my dagger, and stabbed the darkening shape. There was a demonic scream, a gust of wind, and it was gone. Later, I found that this is because my dagger was pure iron, and that will do wonders to angry spirits.
After this event occurred, Onyx, Lydia, and I were called into the headmasters office. Assuming he wanted an explanation, I spoke. “Monsieur, what happened on the roof tonight-” he cut me off.
“I do not want an explanation. Let me guess. A dark shape, that of a man, attacked you with intentions to kill?” I was surprised at this, wondering how and why and what the hell was going on here.
“You are never to speak of what I am about to tell you girls. If you do, you will be charged with insanity and attempted murder.” At this point, I was like ‘I want answers but do I really want to deal with this’, so I nodded.
“As you know, this institution was built in memorial to nineteen soldiers who lost their lives, fighting for the North in the civil war. What you may not know, is that there was a twentieth soldier who was supposed to be recognized. His name was Arthur Press. He was a valiant soldier who did more than his part in the war. But he was not recognized because of how he died. There was a fight that broke out between some of the soldiers in Arthur’s company. He attempted to step in, but was pushed out of the way. He stepped in once again, before on of the more irate soldiers knocked him out. Believing him dead and realizing the problem they had on their hands, they drug him out to the woods, and needless to say, he was dishonored.”
I know you’d like me to tell you I got out of that school, that things no longer went bad, but I’m running out of room and time. Something is making that same creaking-ax noise outside my door, my roommate won’t wake up, and I’m pretty sure my door won’t hold much longer, so thank you, and goodnight. And please, please, if you ever find yourself being told there is a school in the middle of nowhere that no-one you know has heard of, turn it down. Break your cell, leave your house, just stay the hell away, you don’t have to die.
Credit To – A friend, telling you to never join Liberty Memorial Academy