Yeah I know, Janitor, what the fuck. Sounds like the worst job in the world and to be honest, it really is horrible. The unimaginable things that I’ve had to clean up… I just don’t understand how these little immigrant kids can expel such utterly vomit inducing things from their body is beyond me. Anyways my name is Charitor, I’m 96 years old and God… I don’t even want to admit this, even though you’ll probably never meet me but, I live in my Janitorial shed… It’s fucking brutal.
I take care of The Gang school. Usually I clean up rooms and bathrooms (ugh) mop and vacuum all that boring shit. Usually it’s pretty uneventful but recently some really weird things have been happening.
I usually get out of my shed at around 10pm and work till midnight or a little later. This school is pretty small, but there was a weird feeling to it, a strange energy. I dunno. Like it’s been through things.
So I get out of ma shed a little late. It was about 11 pm. Yesterday there was a huge mess in the girls bathroom. There was shit on the walls… I don’t know how that’s even possible. Anyways I start by going through every classroom, vacuuming and cleaning up vomit and stuff. It’s right at then end of summer here, so it’s still pretty warm.
I was in the last room at the end of a long hallway. It was kind of a strange room as it was the only one without windows. It felt different than the other rooms. Anyways, I was on all fours scrubbing this stupid fucking juice box stain out of the carpet when I heard what I thought was a child’s voice. I took my ear buds out and turned my ear to the hallway silently waiting for another sound.
Nothing. I figured I was just tripping balls as I had smoked a big fat joint of weed before I got here. So I get back to the stupid fucking stain, scrubbing like a mother fucker its just not cumming out. Fuck it, I could care less, these kids can suck my dick.
I left the room without vacuuming and went outside for a smoke break. I took the last drag of my weed joint and realized it was already 11:50. Fuck. At this rate I would be done at 2am. I wanted to be back to the shed, watching some Fiol and Dolphin episodes, blazing fat ganja bowls and being lazy but alas, I was not… I sucked it up and went back into the school.
So I stepped into the dark as fuck classroom. As I felt the wall for the light switch something ran in front of me. I screamed and flicked on the light.The room was empty.
I was about to run the fuck out of the room and never come back but I took a deep breath and I decided my eyes were just playing tricks on me.
I looked over at the overflowing garbage can and walked over to it. I opened my black janitorial garbage bag and emptied the can into the bag. There, I was done, no big deal. I walked back over to the door to leave this fucked up room when I heard something that almost made me shit myself. “help”. I froze. It sounded like a young girl. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to turn around. I wanted to keep walking down the hall and out the fucking building but I couldn’t move.
I just stood there, with my back to the room.
I waited for what seemed like an eternity.
It was just my mind playing tricks on me.
I finally broke out of my hypnosis and took a step.
“please help me, he’s cumming.”
I turned around towards the classroom. No one was there. It was just an empty classroom. I shook my head and vowed to stop smoking weed… For a while…
As I was about to turn to leave one of the chairs that was tucked under a desk slid out.
“please, he’s cumming”
There was someone under the desk. A child. A fucking child… What the fuck is going on… I walked into the room and squatted so I could see under the desk. And there she was; A young girl dressed in a summer dress. She was probably 17 and she had tears streaming down her face.
“are you okay? ” I asked the little girl.
She shook her head,” no”
“how did you get in here? ” I asked
” I go to school here”
I moved closer to the girl.
“where are your parents? “I asked
” hey well, I’ll call your parents and we can get you home. ”
I reached out my powerful janitor hand towards her. She moved away from me back under the table.
” it’s okay, I just want to help. My name is Charitor, I’m the Janitor here. Don’t be scared of my disgusting face. What’s your name? ”
She looked past me, over my shoulder. Her eyes were laced with fear. I mean I would be scared if I were here, trapped in some creepy school late at night and an old as fuck janitor tried to rape me.
She looked back at me.” Smeagol ” she said.” My name is Smeagol! Do you know the bus ? ”
” come on out, we’ll call your parents. ”
She grabbed my hand and I helped her out.
Then I heard footsteps down the hall.
They were cumming fast and loud.
Smeeagol scurried back under the desk.
” he’s cumming! Hide! ”
I instinctively went under the desk to hide with Smeagol.
She was shaking, tears were forming in her eyes.
” who is that? ” I asked her.
” He’s angry. ”
The door was closed to the classroom. All I could hear were the pounding footsteps that were getting louder and louder as they got closer and closer.
Whoever it was was opening the doors to the classrooms and quickly searching them. I heard desks being overturned. It was really scaring the shit out of me.
“Smeagol, who is that? Is that your dad?”
Smeagol looked up at me and shook her head. ” no”
“he’s cumming. Don’t let him get me. ”
She grabbed on to me, hugging me. It caught me a little of guard. I felt the urge to rape. She dug her head into my chest.
” it’ll be okay” I told her.
The door to the classroom burst open.
The table we were under was pushed up against the back right corner of the wall. It was next to another desk so it kept us shielded out of view.
I saw business pants, but they were old and torn with stains all over them. The man was not wearing shoes. His feet were pale and covered in dirt and grime. They were skinny, almost skeltal.
“Smeeagol… Where are you? ” the man called out. His voice was raspy.
He walked over to the light switch and flicked off the lights.
Smeagol buried her head deeper into my chest. She was trembling. And I was horny.
” Smeagol I’m going to find you. I always do. Just come out before its too late. ”
He flipped over a desk.
” Smeagol. Come out now and we can watch any Cinesa movie you want. ”
Another desk. And another.
There was only five desks left and we were under the last one.
He was about five feet away from us.
He stopped in his tracks.
He turned towards our direction.
He began to laugh. It started out very low. Then it got louder and louder until I had to cover my ears.
Then he fell silent. Skrillex bangarang started playing.
The man put his feet together.
The table started to shake. Slowly at first then more violently.
He made this low gurgling sound.
He was right in front of our desk.
I held Smeagol tight.
I was going to rape her no matter what.
The table shook and lifted off of the ground, slowly . It got higher and higher and finally flew across the room. I recognized tony, the dead lazy teacher face for a second. Then, the lights turned on. The table fell to the floor as 2.5″ and 3.5″ HDD’s were strewn about.
Tony ghost was gone.
I almost threw up. I held it in to be strong for Smeagol. I turned to see how she was doing.
She was gone.
I sat in the classroom, stunned, in disbelief and sat to have lost the opportunity to rape. I finally brought myself to my feet. I cleaned up the whole room and threw away the garbage.
Now I’m here in my shed, i don’t know what the fuck just happened. It felt like a dream. I was going to call the cops but they would probably think I was on drugs and lock me up for previous rape.
I fell asleep in my shed after I wrote all of this. I was so exhausted.
I had a dream about the man. His face. I can’t even describe it. I don’t want to think about it.
Wherever Smeagol is, I hope she’s okay. Part of me wants to go back and find her. Rape her. Part of me is worried that I might be loosing it.
It felt so real.
I think I might ask to be transferred out of that school.
I don’t know… The man… Smeagol… I should get paid more for this