3 True Creepy School Lockdown Horror Stories That Will Leave You Stunned

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:12):
There used to be this kid at my school named Blake.
Blake faced a lot of bullying from pretty much everybody,
both behind his back and directly to his face. It's
not like he didn't deserve it, though. He was prone
to violence and often got in trouble for screaming in
teachers' faces because he was clearly indoctrinated into some crazy
ideas that went against what they teach in school. I

(00:36):
guess that means it's not totally his fault for how
his parents raised him, but that never stopped anybody. Blake
was just as physically repulsive as he was in conversation.
He almost got kicked out of school for harassing a
girl pretty badly after she rejected him for smelling like
hot garbage. Only that had gone through then things would

(00:57):
have ended differently. It started one day when I was
in history class with Blake. He stopped the class to
dispute something the teacher said about the Civil War and
ended up becoming a huge thing. The teacher was pretty
cold with shutting Blake down with the facts, humiliating him
pretty badly. This led to Blake screaming a bunch of

(01:17):
stuff about how the country had been ruined. Then we
all collectively laughed him off, and he stormed out of
the school. That was a Friday. Over the course of
the weekend, Blake posted a bunch of stuff on his Snapchat.
Pictures of him holding pieces from his dad's gun collection,
which he was known for bragging about extensively, and pictures

(01:38):
of imposing in front of a Nazi flag, which was
also his dad's, I assume. But the worst part of
all was a photo of our history teacher printed out
and taped to a cardboard box which he used for
target practice, with the caption getting ready for school on Monday.
The posts were pretty chilling. For years, Poe had joked

(02:00):
that Blake would do something like that one day, but
nobody ever thought he actually had the guts. Several people
reported the posts to the school, but what they should
have done was reported to the police. Nobody, including myself,
took it seriously enough. If I had, there was no
chance I would have gone to school until he was

(02:21):
taken care of at school the following Monday. From what
I heard afterwards, Blake came to school late during fifth period,
when we had our American history class. He wasn't able
to get into class like normally, he was confronted by
the school resource officer and a couple of admins who
demanded to search his backpack. That's when he drew the

(02:43):
pistol and shot the resource officer and ran off. I
heard the shot from the other side of the school.
Everything went silent. Moments later the lockdown order went out.
We all knew it was Blake. I looked at my teacher,
who white as a sheet. All I could see were
the bullet holes in the picture of his face from

(03:04):
Blake's post to my head. After a few seconds, he
regained his composure and went through the procedure of locking
the door and turning out the lights, then ordering all
of us to hide out of sight. Not a moment
too soon, either, we all knew Blake was heading for
him and all of us by proximity. I barely had

(03:25):
time to think to myself about how those dumb lockdown
drills weren't so dumb anymore. Blake made it to the
classroom door, and under a minute he started banging on
the door and screaming, I know you're in there. I'm
not an idiot. People started crying into their shirts to
keep quiet. Others took out their phones and started live

(03:45):
streaming or texting their loved ones, assuming they wouldn't survive.
Even I started to think that way, I couldn't think
of anything to do. I didn't even have the presence
of mine to think of what I might do to
fight or protect myself if he were to get inside.
My mind was too afraid, and it all fell so unreal.

(04:07):
The only thing running through my head was the fact
that I was about to die. While sitting on the
tile floor of my high school, cowering in the darkness
and a huddle of students that was about to become
a pile of bodies, Suddenly a shot rang out. The
crying became screaming, and everyone started to panic. In the moment,
I made us play a second decision and ran over

(04:29):
to the window, opting to jump from the second story
instead of just sitting there and waiting for Blake to
come in and shoot me. A bunch of kids followed me,
but then I fumbled around. Somebody else shoved me out
of the way because I was taking too long, and
sent me to the floor. That's when I looked back
through the door and noticed something. Blake was holding his

(04:49):
face with both of his hands, and the blood was
seeping out between his fingers. The door handle on the
inside was lopsided, like he had been trying to break in.
I sat there, staring, just trying to make sense of it.
In the chaos, the teacher was yelling at us to
get away from the windows and get back to hiding.
He started calling my name because I wasn't moving, and

(05:10):
that's when I blankly said the words I think Blake
shot himself. I said it pretty quietly for how loud
the classroom was, and I said it like a husk,
But enough people heard me to stop what they were
doing and go silent. A friend of mine ran to
the door and looked out the window right as Blake
was running away. I finally got up and stood there

(05:32):
next to him. Blood was splattered across the floor, and
in the newfound quietness, I could hear Blake's cries of
pain echoing through the hallway. Stupidly, and against every bit
of sense I had, I tried to open the door,
but it was broken. Not just locked, as all doors
are supposed to open from the inside. It was broken.

(05:54):
We were trapped inside the classroom, but at least Blake
was gone hours later, you're finally freed and slowly learned
what had happened. Blake tried to open the door by
shooting the door handle, but he ended up mangling the
lock completely shut and causing the explosion of metal shrapnel,
which flew up right into his face. A piece of
twisted metal got lodged in his eye, blinding him, and

(06:17):
that was the end of his rampage. A lucky break
for all of us, and it goes to disprove the
myth that you can open a lock just by shooting it.
Blake surrendered before leaving the school and was tried as
an adult. He'll be in prison for the next twenty years.
At least. The resource officer he shot also got lucky
and recovered without serious lasting effects to his health. My

(06:48):
high school is near an area with a lot of
gang violence, so lockdowns were a rather common occurrence. However,
the one event that sticks out in my mind when
I think back didn't actually have anything to do with that.
The only time I actually felt scared wasn't because of
a fugitive or a shooting. It was because of a
student who everyone already knew was dangerous. His name was Jason.

(07:12):
He was one of those kids that was crazy smart
but had a lot of problems with authority, focusing, socializing,
and so on. I'm sure everyone knows at least one
kid like that from school. He got suspended for bringing
a knife to school once and then expelled the same
year for trying to strangle a teacher with a shoelace.
He came back the next year, though, after going to

(07:34):
an intervention school for several months. Unfortunately, it seems like
he came back worse than when he left. I got
the pleasure of being stuck in the front office with
him once when we both got in trouble for different
things at around the same time and ended up sitting
in there together. The assistant principle was supposed to give

(07:55):
both of us an individual talking to, but it must
have been a crazy day because we had to wait
for her to get through talking to someone else first.
In the span of a few minutes, Jason talked my
ear off about the kids he met in the intervention school,
like pyromaniacs and drug dealers and even gang members. They
were definitely a bad influence on him. But honestly, I

(08:18):
think he should have stayed there. He seems like he belonged.
He talked very highly of his experience, and he said
he made friends there, which surprised me. I was actually
kind of entertained by the stories of what he got
up to with those kids. But then he dropped a
piece of information that I knew was bad news. Jason

(08:39):
told me that someone at the intervention school had helped
him learn how to make a bomb. Right before I
could ask him if he was serious, the assistant principal
came out of her office and called Jason in. That
was the last time, and really the only time that
I ever talked to him. It was really weird because
despite all of the stuff I heard about him, he

(08:59):
was actually in a great mood and seemed very happy,
even though he was in trouble again. I thought it
was possible that he might get better, but I realize
now the only thing that made him happy was remembering
the violent criminals he hung out with and thinking about
ways to hurt people. By the third week of school,
I'm sure he was dying to get back to that

(09:19):
other school. That's the only reason I can think of
for what he did, because otherwise it feels completely unprovoked.
Unless he really just got a pleasure from doing it
during the second period. One day, soon after the day
I talked to him, he called in a bomb threat.
He was apprehended quickly, but he refused to give up

(09:39):
the location of the bomb, so the whole school was evacuated.
I vividly remember the feeling of my stomach doing a
flip when I saw Jason's clear backpack sitting against the
wall the hallway we were walking through. The inside was
stuff with a garbage bag, so I knew it had
to be the bomb. I told one of the administrators,

(10:00):
who radioed it in. I felt lucky then that I
didn't go off when all those kids were finaling out
the building, packed in like sardines. I was shaking as
I was walking out to the football field, but I
was able to get a seat at the bleachers instead
of having to stand. We were out there in lockdown

(10:21):
mode for hours, baking in the hot sun and just
waiting to go back inside. But the bomb squad had
to be called in to take care of the bag,
and the whole school had to be swept for other bombs. Afterwards,
I went from being scared to annoyed, to board and
then finally I was restless, I started horsing around with

(10:43):
the people sitting next to me, pretending I was getting
a heat stroke and needed to lay down. Nobody was
buying any of my bs or making any room for me,
so as a joke, I laid down across their feet.
It was all pretty funny, and they were kicking me
and laughing. But while I was down there, I saw
something that petrified me. Something was taped to the bottom

(11:06):
of the sea, right in front of my face. I
pushed a kid's legs apart to get a better look,
and of course he thought I was being weird until
he saw the look on my face. He was sitting
right on top of a bomb. It was a box
wrapped in duct tape with a no I said, this
is the real one, I swear. I flipped out and

(11:28):
jumped from the bleachers, twisting my ankle and causing a
massive panic as everyone caught wind of the danger and
fled all at once. With nowhere safe to run and
a thousand kids running out of control, the whole situation
was almost disastrous. A couple freshmen got trampled and ended
up with broken bones. Kids hopped the fences and ran

(11:49):
out into the road. Swarmed into nearby shops, and a
lot of kids took the opportunity to just run all
the way home. By the time the panic stopped, the
school was basically deserted. I'm sure if Jason ever found out,
he would die of laughter. What really makes it embarrassing, though,
is the fact that it was all fake. None of

(12:10):
the bombs were real. The thing is, Jason was totally
smart enough to make real bombs and actually kill people,
and the only reason he didn't was because his goal
wasn't to go to prison for a bunch of years,
but to go to Juvie or another intervention school. All
that fear and panic and wasted time was just part
of a sick joke Jason was playing. What makes me

(12:32):
shudder is knowing that if he had decided to go
through with it, a lot of people would have died,
and I would have very likely been one of them.
Nobody was prepared for the threat. He pointed out a
gigantic weakness in the school's response. His placements would have
been extremely deadly if they weren't just fake bombs. I

(12:53):
don't know where Jason is now, but I hope he
stays far away from me for the rest of my life.
I live in Oklahoma, right in the middle of the
tornado Alley. Extreme weather drills have been a frequent part

(13:13):
of school life for decades, long before kids had to
deal with all the other emergency drills. I went to
middle school back in the nineties, and I have clear
memories of huddling on the floor in the interior hallways
of my school with the lights off and my butt
basically sticking up in the air at least once a month.
For years as a girl, I always felt uncomfortable, like

(13:37):
I was exposing myself to all the teachers that were
walking down the hall, but no matter what I said,
I would be forced to follow instructions. I came to
dread the extreme weather lockdowns more than the idea of
a deadly tornado itself. A tornado might hit nearby once
in a blue moon, but I felt like I had
no choice but to moon all the weirdest teachers at

(13:59):
school ever month. Even worse, the lockdowns actually happened more
often than that, because real extreme weather situations are very
common during certain times of the year. One day in
May of my seventh grade year, such a situation occurred.
At the time my classroom was one of the temporary
buildings they put up around the school to alleviate overcrowding.

(14:23):
Everyone called them portables, but they weren't portable. They were
just flimsy buildings. The procedure for anyone who found themselves
in a portable at the time of a weather emergency
was to immediately evacuate and take shelter in the main
building of the school, leaving everything behind, including backpacks. Everybody
got on the grounds and covered their heads with their

(14:44):
hands and sat in the most uncomfortable, awkward, and questionable
position for much longer than we usually did. In the drills.
The teachers told us there was an extreme cyclonic thunderstorm
with a high probability to produce tornadoes heading straight for us,
and that we wouldn't be allowed to get up and
go back to class until it passed by. All of

(15:05):
that was incomprehensible jargon to me at the time, but
they are words I have since learned to take seriously.
Most of the time, those lockdowns felt ridiculous and overdone.
But that day, as the hallowing winds grew louder and
the haunting wail of the tornado sirens droned, on and on,
and the chit chat stopped, and a real sense of

(15:26):
dread clouded over us. Initially, there was a morbid anticipation
mixed in with it. I was a little excited to
experience a real storm without having to be concerned about
my home getting destroyed. I didn't care if the school
got wrecked, as long as I didn't get hurt. But
it seemed unlikely that it would be like that. There

(15:46):
was a part of me that I actually hoped there
would be a tornado. It would make showing my rear
end to the weird chorus teacher worth it. The hope
didn't last long, however. It was already dark inside because
the lights were off that at the start, there was
still natural light coming in from outside. Over the course
of mere minutes, the storm began to block out the sun,

(16:08):
until it felt like an unnatural night had descended upon
the world. The winds continued to get stronger, shaking the
doors like the storm itself was trying to beat this
way in. Then the hail came, smacking against the door
like a volley of meteors. Before long, though once quiet,
hushed Hallway was afflicted with a cacophony of noise pere

(16:32):
gripped everyone. It was palpable. That's when the telltale sound
whispered into our ears. Quiet at first, the low grumbling,
growing roar of rushing winds like a passing freight train,
steadily intensifying as we all knew the monster was drawing near.
It was undeniable by then, even if we couldn't see it,

(16:55):
that a tornado was on the grounds and not far away,
and with every passing second, it seemed more and more
certain that it would hit us directly. A lot of
kids started to cry. The teachers yelled at us to
stay calm, but they couldn't conceal the fear in their voices.
When the walls started to shake, they finally took cover two.

(17:16):
For a few minutes, we were all equalized in this
compromising position that was supposed to keep us safe, and
now nobody had to be worried about anyone peeping at
their crack. We all had greater concerns. The air itself
vibrated at the frequency of a tornado. I could feel
in my chest. Outside I heard carnage and destruction, debris

(17:38):
slamming into the doors, just to fly off into the distance.
In the next instant, it was like the world was
getting shoved into a wood chipper. The most terrifying moment
was when the windows couldn't take distress anymore and shattered.
A torrent of air rushed into the hall. The storm
had finally found its way inside, and there's no more

(17:59):
escaping it. It felt inevitable that the whole school was
about to be ripped off its foundation and all of
us flung into the sky along with it. I clenched
my teeth and I prayed. I'm sure we all prayed. Somehow,
By God's grace, it worked. Just when we thought it
was about to stomp on our heads, it began to

(18:19):
grow quieter. At last, we could all breathe a sigh
of relief. Over the next few minutes, all the growing
signs of danger that preceded the tornado reversed and undid themselves,
until the sun shined to once again and the air
was still. After waiting several more minutes to be safe,
lockdown was finally lifted and we could stand up. Our

(18:43):
legs and back were sore, but I was unscathed. The
school was intact, and I could go back to class
and get my stuff. Except that wasn't entirely true. The
main building was damaged but still standing, I guess. But
as I walked outside to the field portables, I witnessed
the true devastation that had just unfolded. The portables were

(19:07):
just gone. Besides a bit of rubble and some pipe
sticking out the ground, there wasn't a single trace left
of them, Not even cinder blocks remained. Everything I had
in my bag was erased. My scrap book, my notebooks,
my diary, all of it taken far away with no
hope of having it returned. Knowing that if I had

(19:31):
stayed in my classroom during the tornado, that I would
surely have been utterly destroyed along with it put a
feeling in my chest i'll never forget. It's hard to
describe realizing you've come so close to death at such
a young age. Ever since then, I've never taken the
threat of severe weather lightly. It is a part of
my life in Tornado Alley, but I was born and

(19:53):
raised in Oklahoma, and it's where I will stay.