The annoying sound of forks and knives slamming against a glass plate fills the air around me. I watch as my new mother and father devour the cooked meat and rice. They're almost done and I haven't even touch my food. 

"I'm not very hungry," I say, hoping they would let me off the hook.

The father slams his fist hard on the table and gives me a hard look. "Eat. You need to eat."

"My stomach hurts," I turn to the mother. "Please, mom? May I be excused? I want to read more of the books on makeup."

"Eat!" She shouts.

I look at the meat again. It looks like a round piece of steak, only I know it's not a steak. The meat is red and lumpy looking. I touch it with my fork and it went through smoothly. Whatever this was, it was over cooked. If I ate it, it would probably melt in my mouth and that's not what meat is supposed to do. 

What to do? What to do?  I think to myself.

"Cosima!" The mother shouts again. She stretches her hand past me, grabs my fork then starts cutting a piece of the meat. As she cut, I see brown liquid squeezing out of the meat. My mouth frowns and my stomach turns at the thought about what body part would be shoved in my mouth soon. She dips the meat in the juice that came from it, then raises the fork in front of my mouth.

"Open your mouth," she smiles at me. Her eyes are opened wide, making me more uncomfortable. The eyes...they just don't seem to fit in her eye sockets. The longer I stare into her eyes, the more I think they'll roll right onto the table.

"My stomach hurts, mom," I attempt again. She keeps staring at me. I keep my mouth close, not daring to part my lips.

"Okay," she whispers. What came next will haunt me forever. She shoves the meat into my mouth. I'm about to spit it out, but her hand and the fork goes farther back into my throat. I'm gagging and my eyes are watering. I watch in complete horror as her arm stretches. I can feel the meat that's on the fork twirling in my stomach. How her entire hand managed to fit in my mouth and pass my throat, I do not know. She's making it twirl around as if she wants the meat to feel the entire inside of my stomach. 

I'm not able to tell her that I need to puke, so it all comes out over her arm and onto the table. Acid burning, disgusting puke. Her arm snakes out of my mouth, along with the fork. Before I can say anything, she stabs another piece of meat, rolls it around in the meat juice and now puke then brings it to my lips.

"Do I need to feed you again?" She asks.

I shake my head quickly and take the fork myself, still coughing. I shove the meat in my throat and let it fall. My tears roll on my lips as if the meat wasn't salty enough. I eat some of the rice, drinking water in between each swallow.

The mother and father hold hands while looking at me. They begin to laugh as I eat all of my food. Whenever the food touches my tongue I want to throw up again. It's sweet naturally but overseasoned to hide what it really is. I couldn't help but think about what Felix had said.

After I'm done, I thank them for the food and ask to be excused. They tell me to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen before returning to my room.

***

I close the door then turn on my phone. I missed over 10+ text messages. My throat hurts and my stomach feels like it's been violated horribly. I lay my head against the pillow and check the text messages. The phone shows the last messages forst and I see that Felix left the group. I quickly scroll up to read the first messages.

Scott: "Aaliyah, are you alright?"

Aaliyah: "I can't do this anymore. I'm getting out of here."

Felix: "Don't do anything crazy. These things aren't playing. The fakes fed me while my hands and legs were tied up and they fed me nonstop until I choked."

Aaliyah: "DON'T EAT THE FOOD. THEY FEED ON THAT."

Mulan: "..."

Felix: "CAN WE PLEASE GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. IS THERE ANY WAY OUT."

Felix: "Oh shit, guys. They're just staring at me."

Felix: "They're in the closet just looking at me."

Gemma: "Is Felix okay?"

Felix: "I'm going to die."

Scott: "What's going on, man!?"

Felix left the group

Mulan: "Oh my God..."

Mulan: "Cosima? Is Cosima okay?"

Scott: "I don't know. Guys check the closets. I think these things can teleport."

Mulan: "I feel like there are eyes all around me."

Aaliyah: "There are two twins here and they're laughing with the creatures. I call them globs since they're all glob looking."

Mulan: "Does anyone have a laptop in their room?"

I text them. "I'm okay, guys. I'm worried about Felix. Oh! I have a laptop."

Scott: "I'm glad you're okay."

Mulan: "You should do some research about our school. See what you can find."

Me: "I did. Nothing came up."

Mulan: "Type in: History of Johnson City Middle School. I don't have a great connection right now."

Gemma: "Good idea! See what you can find, Cos."

I do have a laptop and the last place I hid it was underneath my bed. I hop out of bed and check underneath it. Sure enough, my laptop is there. Before turning it on, I check the closets. I check every part of my room to make sure no eyes are peering at me.

In the search engine, I type in: History of Johnson City Middle School. This time I get more results than what I got by only typing in the name of the school alone. I read a news article posted by a student back in 2008.

"1832, Johnson City College was one of the best schools in the world. Known for educating future lawyers and teachers. The best lawyers in the world all graduated from this school. The teachers of the school raised enough money to build an elementary, middle, and high school next to the college. 
Many parents and students were concerned about the teachers being too rough with the students and protested against the school. During the protest with children, parents and students hundreds died in an accidental fire started by a few students who were kicked out for disobeying their teachers. 
A former student purposely drove an oil truck into the school after the fire was put out, spilling oil onto the dead bodies of the teachers. Many students shockingly participated in throwing the black thick oil onto dead bodies of the teachers.
Until this day, the school is said to be haunted, cursed, and still active. Many people claim that if you're in a certain distance from the school, it still looks the same. People have claimed to see students and teachers inside. There were claims coming from kids saying adults asked them to come play in the playground of the school.
Many parents have claimed that there is nothing wrong with the school at all and that it's just a normal school. Johnson City elementary, middle, high, and college is a mystery until this day. The myth isn't taken seriously nowadays."

The short article ended there. I close my mouth when I notice that it had been open this whole time. I take out my phone and snap a picture of the short article to send to the group. However, I'm not able to send it to the group. There's laughter coming from underneath my bed.

*Updates will be regular from now on. Sorry for the long gap. I don't usually do that. Point out any mistakes because I typed this from my phone x.x*