Weirdcrap Stories

Emily Hilleren

Mr. Schwartz has a stuffed pheasant on his desk. So he's a little eccentric. Well, he is, but the pheasant's evil.I seem to find everything evil, even those baby dolls for the parenting class. Those beady little eyes, staring up at you... A few people do believe it, though. Like Martine, Lindsey, Kristin, and Julia, my friends who are a little less skeptical when it comes to the paranormal. Well, maybe you'll believe me, too. I was sitting there in Spanish, avoiding the assignment and talking with Lindsey, as usual. Somehow the conversation drifted around to the pheasant, as it frequently does. I looked over at it, and it's head seemed to be cocked at a slightly different angle than when I came into the room. Now it was pointing right at the corner where Amber, Julia, and Hannah had moved their desks to do the assignment. As I had noticed this happening more and more lately, I decided that I'd better warn Julia before it did more than just follow her with it's eyes. So I yelled up at her "The pheasant's watching you!" Julia shuddered. A few people laughed at how scared she got (I have to confess, I was one of them). She is overly paranoid, though. Suddenly deciding to do something about Julia's paranoia. Hannah, who is eternally trying to change people (without making the slightest attempt in the way of self-improvement, which she needs a great deal of), got up, grabbed Julia's arm and exclaimed "Stop being afraid of the pheasant! You're gonna go over there for to touch it and I'll go with you." "No!" Julia yelled. She tried to struggle, instinctively knowing that this was a life or death situation, but some sort of superhuman strength flowed into that puny, anorexic body, and Hannah held Julia's arm firmly and drug her over there and placed her hand on it. I was completely astounded that Hannah could accomplish any physical feat whatsoever. Something happened to Julia as her fingertips touched the bird. It was like her energy flowed into the pheasant, and it got replaced with something evil, something I felt clear across the room, but Hannah didn't seem to notice, maybe because that's the same feeling I always get around her. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it, Julia? Julia?" she foolishly asked. "Yes?" A deep voice, entirely unlike her own answered the question as what was once Julia looked up from the pheasant. It definitely wasn't Julia. Her eyes glowed red and she started laughing maniacally and raving in Spanish. I think it was something about cracker jack boxes. Hannah screamed and ran. As it was the logical thing to do. I followed, flying out of there like a bat out of hell. Everyone did. Except Lindsey, who was always less flighty than the rest of us. "Hey, cool! The bird possessed Julia!" she exclaimed. "Hey, Martine, where's your camera?" Of course, Martine was already out of the room along with the rest of us, leaving poor Lindsey standing there, captivated by the sight, until Amber had the courage to run up, grab her by the arm and drag her out of the room to safety. Mr. Schwartz, who had been out in the hallway observing all of this turned toward his classroom and muttered "El empaza." Mr. Schwartz walked into his room and locking the door behind him. I shuddered to think of what was happening to poor Julia in there. It had started snowing sometime during this hellish nightmare, and by 10:40 a full-fledged blizzard had left us snowbound, trapped in the school with a pheasant that was evil incarnate. Our principal, Mr. Deide's voice came over the intercom, "Everybody remain calm. Classes will run as usual, even though we're snowbound. In the event of a power out..." He never got to finish his announcement because just then the power went out. So, of course, everybody panicked. At first, I sat in the dark screaming along with the rest of them. Kristin running into me - knocked some sense into me. I calmed down and decided what to do. I walked out of Mr. O'Connor's room, being careful not to knock over any of the scientific clutter on his desk and headed up to my locker, thanking God that flashlight had gotten left in my backpack. About halfway up an arm suddenly reached out and pulled me off to the side.

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