I Watched Myself Hunt Down My Friends

This took place while changing rooms to go to class in 6th grade. It was a small, religious private school that had grades K3 (preschool) to 8th grade. There were maybe 400 kids at the most in the school for the entire year. My grade was the smallest, having less than 25 kids (including me), so we all had the same classes together. We were walking down the hallway to the science room, I was leading everyone so I could get my usual spot next to the turtle, when I stopped for some reason. Then, I am standing in front of myself, watching myself look at the ground. I-the other me-looks up and I (not the one in my body) get very bad vibes and chills flow through my veins. I can only remember a few events during the event, one memory being tackling the gym teacher by leaping on his back, chasing some of the boys in my class/grade through the tunnel that goes between the church and the school, and I remember chasing an 8th grade boy into the gym where he began to swing a blue plastic hockey stick at me. I woke up on the hallway floor where I had stopped at the beginning of the event, and my classmates were cowering behind the teachers, who themselves looked alarmed and were standing further away from me than they would be if they had been trying to wake me up. From a few conversations I had afterwards, I learned that I had apparently pinned some boys to the floor and drooled on them. I barely remember anything, but I do remember leaning over my body’s shoulder as it tried to corner some of the students. I remember running after my body as I was watching myself catch up to fleeing kids, when I’m the slowest in the grade and the other girls can outrun me. This was a religious school that had been built and rebuilt after a few fires. There had always been a school there since the nuns across the street bought the land over 300 years ago. I’m pretty sure this was a possession, but I’m not entirely sure. How could there be a possession in a school attached to a church?


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