Hello everyone,

I was cleaning my house today when I found an old yearbook I hadn’t seen for a long time. It brought back some great memories. Among them was one about the vampire in school basement.

Do you believe in vampires?

I did. And so did the other kids in my third grade class.

It all started with a rumor about a centuries-old vampire moving into our school basement and a missing third-grade girl as a result. No one knew where she was and what happened to her.

Although the school basement was off-limits to students, some brave souls from another class announced that they were going to launch an investigation after school.

On the next day during recess, I remember all third graders gathered nervously at the playground, listening to those kids’ chilling account of what happened the day before. They told us how dark and damp the basement was once they descended the stairs. What’s even scarier was, as soon as the vampire spotted them, its eyes began to emit an eerie green glow.

Although those kids made a narrow escape, they were convinced that the entire school was in great danger.

“Think about it,” said one of those kids. “The vampire has to come out of the basement. It needs to be fed.”

“Right,” said another kid. “He’s gonna come after us real soon because he saw us and knew where we are!”

There was a hush of silence as we processed the information and pondered our own safety.

Finally, someone from my class named John broke the silence. “Listen, we can’t tell any adult about this. We need to come up with a plan.”

We all stared at him as though he were a lunatic.

“Your point is?” asked someone in the crowd.

“We need to prevent the vampire from getting out of the basement.”

“How?” asked someone else. “How are we gonna do that?”

John pointed at a dark-haired girl. “Borrow a cross from your uncle. The bigger the better.” He pointed at another girl. “Get us some garlic from your farm.” Finally, to a small boy whose father was a magician, he said, “We need that magic wand from your dad. Just in case.”

There was a murmur of excitement among the crowd. A new plan began to form. Everyone agreed that we would meet again the next day. Same time. Same place. John also volunteered to go down the basement while the rest of us stayed on the lookout.

The next day came without any incident. The tools needed to fight the vampire were ready and the adults remained oblivious about our scheme.

Then, John led us to the stairway to the old basement. He stared into the darkness beyond the stairs and took a deep breath.

Someone in my class clapped him on the back. “If he’s too strong for you, run for your life.”

All of my fellow classmates nodded nervously. John was like a family member to us.

Not wanting to waste any more time, John clicked on the flashlight and marched down the stairs bravely. Soon he vanished into the darkness.

Unfortunately, everything went downhill from there. Our principal, Mr. Philip, showed up and chased us away from the stairway. We ran, leaving poor John behind.

To make a long story short, John did not come back after the recess. I remember how fast my heart was pounding as I exchanged worried glances with other students.

We finally saw him during the last period. Although he came into the classroom with a paled face, we were so glad to see him. Alive.

John told us later that the vampire was more powerful than we thought. It was unharmed even after he threw all the fighting tools at it. Some girls began to cry and said that we were all going to die.

Next day, the school reinforced a stricter rule about school basement. We felt more relieved, though, when we saw a metal chain fastened to the walls of stairway.

We continued to meet at the playground after that day to discuss how to fight the vampire. But we did not get very far.

Another rumor soon surfaced: a new substitute teacher was said to be an actual zombie…

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Thank you so much for reading part of my Story About… Series! 😀 Hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for other cool stuff!! Have a wonderful day, lovely folks!!

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