The Nursery

'''This is a horror story. Please proceed with caution.'''

This story is told in the perspective of a 21 year old, who recently graduated from High School. She wants to major in Education, and her college requires him to work at a Nursery. The Nursery isn’t a normal place... the children are strange, the overall design is disturbing, and the hidden horrors the hide beneath...

The leaves on the trees sway as the fall breeze flys across the horizon, and I shiver as I walk to the Nursery. My name is Caroline Tanners, and I am in College to study for the job of a Teacher. The board sent me here to “Train“ and help around. Apparently it will help with communication with the children and how everything works. They sent me to Valador Park Nursery for Young Children.

The sky is gray as I pull into the parking lot, Immediately I feel like somethings wrong, and I got hit with a feeling of dread and gloom.

I walk up to the front of the school, they said to press the button on the black box to the right, so I did, and it made a beep. I waited a few seconds, and the door locks clicked. I opened the glass pane door, into the Nursery.

Immediately, I smell something horrible, like a burning trash bag; and I am hit with a tornado cold air.

”Good morning, and you are?” Said a voice, this caught me off-guard.

I turn around to see and old woman on a computer, something was off, she was smiling widely.

”Err, Caroline Tanners.” I responded hastily

Her eyes widened and her smile grew bigger.

”Ah, Yes, Mrs Tanners. I’ll be sure to notify Mrs. Renwick to know that you have arrived.” She replied

Mrs Renwick was the teacher I was working with, the board assigned me to her.

She mumbled something to herself, and turned to her computer and typed something.

”Alright, you have been signed in. Have a nice day!” She smiled

Besides her huge smile, she seemed nice. Hey, what they say, you can’t judge a book by its cover, ya know?

I walked down the hall, passing the classrooms. Out of all the classes I’ve seen, none, absoleutely NO child was smiling, or looked even remotely happy. And when I walked past the classes, they had little drawings on them. All the children inside the drawings were frowning.

I arrived to the classroom I was assigned to, the walked in...

To Be continued.