26 People Share Just How Creepy The Creepy Kid In School Was

We all have our little quirks, but these kids...well, there's something seriously wrong here...

I For Individual

“There was this one kid in my high school that i had a few classes with. Once he came to class and he had carved the letter “I” into his cheek with a razor blade, he said the “I” stood for individual, he was sent home for the next few days. Another thing he did was for secret santa his gift was old fingernail and toe nail clippings of his, since he wanted to give a part of himself.

I felt bad for the guy, he wasn’t mean or anything, he just had some f—ed up issues going on in his head” Source

Thanks Mom And Dad

“My parents were trying to get me into a class called “Basic Skills,” – I thought it was because they wanted me to be better at math.

A week ago, a friend I went to high school with told me that Basic Skills was designed to teach the creepy kids how to be normal.

Thanks, mom and dad” Source

Out Of This World

“This really weird kid came to our school when I was in grade 11, he was a year under me. He always walked with a lurch and was really loud spoken by nature, which didn’t help since he always talked about the most f—ed up stuff. He would always make Chewbacca noises too, and we was exceptionally good at it. You’d just be in class and you could faintly hear the “GRRRRRNNNRRRRNNN” down the hall.

He would always but in on everyones conversations too. I would just be talking to my friend and he would just appear in our social circle, just standing, waiting, listening. Just a really strange kid.

There was also that omnipresent anime obsessive girl who wore cat related accessories and periodically acted as a cat herself. She would show up to school in full cosplay from time to time as well and she always had mysterious shipments from Japan still in the shipping box that she’d bring to school… She was also very strange” Source

I Want To Suck Your Blood

“Crazy guy in my highschool who stabbed his arm with a pencil until it started bleeding and proceeded to drink the blood in the middle of class” Source

Vitamins And Crackers

“There was a guy that crushed up a packet of crackers into a Vitamin Water everyday at lunch. He shook it up and chugged that b—h. He also had a vanity license plate that was some variation of Nickelback” Source

Zoom Zoom

“I’ll never forget the kid who thought that he was a car. You’d see him zooming around school at lunch time in car mode. Whenever he stopped running, he’d pretend to hit the brakes. He even beeped at people. This sounds like pretty standard behaviour for a little kid but this guy did it until he was 16. He left school last year and (not surprisingly) has his driver’s license” Source

Let The Firing Squad Commence

“We had a kid that would fart really loud and disrupt the class. He was asked to go out in the hall whenever he had to fart but you could still hear it very loudly thru the door” Source

What…

“In elementary school there was this India Indian kid that used to stick his finger in his a– and then chase people with that same finger yelling “SMELL!” in a monotone zombieish voice” Source

Revenge Of The Ladybugs

“I was the creep.

In 3rd grade(1997 for me), my parents bought me a hot pink and purple pencil case. Every day before school I made an effort to get there early so I could spend some time on the playground and grass area. I would spend all of this time immersed in my obsession to collect as many ladybugs as possible – to put them, and nothing else, in my hot pink and purple pencil case. On a good morning I could easily get 25+ ladybugs captured and secured within my pencil box prison in 10 minutes time.

Phase two of my plan involved filing into my classroom nonchalantly, and getting set up at my desk. I crammed every thing I needed for school in the small upper part of my two-bin school desk. The bigger section underneath was where I kept my pencil case. Alone. I would stare at it longingly, knowing that only I knew that it was in there. Waiting.

Phase 3 usually came very quickly after phase 1, as I have no self control. I can’t maintain my spaghetti over ladybugs. Boredom would set in. Or maybe it was a fleeting feeling of anxiety about my friends in the box. I would stealthily reach into my desk and open the pencil case. Sometimes I would prop the pencil box open with a cerulean colored crayola. I digress.

Phase 5: Ladybugs everywhere. Every body would panic in the beginning, but as this turned into a routine thing for me – eventually every body came to expect and accept the plague of ladybugs in the classroom every morning.

TL;DR – I hoarded ladybugs every morning before school so I could release them all once I was in my classroom” Source

A Bad List

“There was this kid when we were about 12/13 in science class that had a ‘bad list’. He was your usual weird kid- quiet, didn’t smell great, sat alone at lunch.

Asked him what the list was one day. ‘A list of people I need to punish’ was his response.

I was so f—ing nice to him after that” Source

Mmm, Tasty

“Brendan from Spanish Class.

He would pick at his acne that was on his face, neck, and back… and eat it. EAT IT. The dead skin, blood, puss, everything.

Then one day we were all switching seats and I sat down in Brendan’s old seat. The seat was very warm and I mentioned it to the person sitting next to me. Then I make eye contact with Brendan and he whispers “You’re welcome” Source

When I Grow Up…

“There was this girl in my elementary school that believed she was a stripper.

Not only did she strip naked in class, she used to spit everywhere, and she pissed in the bag of marshmallows we were using for smores.

We did not get smores that day.

I realized she was autistic when I reached a knowledgeable age, but when I was young I thought she was stupid and annoying”Source

Quite The Wardrobe Choice

“One kid would wear those fox tail attachments and he literally had a Hitler mustache. I never knew his name, or his story” Source

If The Shoe Fits

“I knew a girl in high school that was pretty odd. She liked to walk around barefoot. The school was giving her trouble for it so she started coming to school with Kleenex boxes on her feet” Source

Well That Escalated Quickly

“There was this kid in my high school who always wore a leather jacket, stunk something fierce (mix of cigarettes and B.O.), and he always had greasy black hair. Not sure if he just didn’t shower or put grease in it to look cool. People called him greased lightning. He was generally a nice guy but he was also known for having anger problems and flipping out at teachers and other students regularly. One day in art class my friend mocked him and called him greased lightning and he jumped on my friends back and stabbed him half a dozen times in the neck with a pencil. (don’t worry my friend is okay)” Source

Signing Off

“There was this guy named Josh in my elementary school. I guess you could say he was a “dark” character. He always wore trench coats and would always look at the ground. He had this creepy smile and just gave everyone the “heebie-jeebies”… he tried to add me on MSN one day and his email address was “deadgirlsdontsayno” … This was in grade 6 or 7! Needless to say, I never spoke to him again” Source

A Strange Love

“I went to high school with this girl who seemed to be very unstable. She had stabbed another student with a pencil at some point and had a reputation for being crazy. I didn’t even know her until my senior year when I had one class with her. I wish I could remember her name. Her hair was always out of sorts and she wasn’t very clean.

Anyway, everybody was scared of her, except for me. I thought she was a bully and was all talk. She sat right in front of me, too. She threatened to stab me in the face with a pencil in front of the whole class one day, so I called her bluff. She didn’t stab me in the face.

At the end of the year she signed my yearbook with a yellow highlighter, so it’s hard to read. She wrote “to the biggest f—ing dick I ever met. Have a good summer.”

To be honest, I think she might have had a crush on me” Source

Nice Guy Though

“We had a kid called the Classturbator. Kind of self-explanitory. Nice guy” Source

Flying Off The Handle

“Two stick out in my mind:

One was a kid in high school. He had all the hallmarks of your standard-issue socially-awkward nerd, in that he couldn’t relate to people his own age, had no idea how to blend into a crowd, and was quite smart. The problem was that he also had a temper, and would fly off the handle when people teased him. After a while he became the target of the few very nasty bullies, because they wanted to watch him flip out. He flipped out all right, he hit one of them in the face with his math text book, spine first. Broke the bully’s nose. This was right after the Springfield and Columbine shootings, so everyone was on edge around the kid, afraid he’d go over the line. He disappeared at the end of junior year, and we never saw him again.

The second guy was in college. He was another stereotype, but this time it was the stereotype of the large, drunk, stupid redneck. Always spoke with a pronounced drawl, even though he grew up here in Portland. Had very conservative and loud opinions about anything, and most of it was a regurgitation of stuff from Fox News. He was also, sadly, a member of my fraternity. What made him creepy was when he got rejected by a girl in the journalism department. He took it very hard, but it soon became a victim complex with him. He thought everyone was out to get him. His myspace (tells you how long ago this was) posts started to get weirder and weirder. Talking about how people hated him, how frustrated he was, how he wanted to just “make them stop.” We grew concerned, started watching him closely. Then the shooting at Virginia Tech happened, and we realized that what he was posting was a sanitized version of what Seung-Hui Cho had been writing/recording. We finally called in the college administration when he posted, and I’m quoting verbatim here, “Ave Maria would make a great sound track to a shooting spree. It really inspires creativity.” The college turned that over to the cops, who got a warrant and searched his house. Confiscated several guns and a ton of ammo, plus several notebooks full of hate writings about the students there, drawn plans of the school showing shooting angles, and lists of peoples names. He was held under a mental eval for some time, but never charged with a crime (he really hadn’t committed one, yet). He moved to Arizona some time after that, and I haven’t heard of him since” Source

That’s Quite The Obsession

“Our class had a pathological liar who is (STILL) obsessed with the Titanic. Saying he was obsessed is putting it lightly. He talked and talked about it. You would give him a room number and he would know the passenger and life story. Maybe made up maybe not? In fact, his family inherited money from a passenger down through the family line. Also, he was related to Princess Diana” Source

The Youngest Med Student To Date

“A girl in my med school class would routinely eat baby food during lecture” Source

4 Fingered Nick

“4 fingered Nick”. This guy was in my 2nd grade class and scared the crap out of everyone. The kid had 4 fingers on one hand and had a hunched back. Some say he cut off his other finger and others said his parents did it too him. He would yell at the teachers and students calling them names and would often go to the principals office. One day, we got back from lunch and we heard that “4 fingered Nick” had refused to come in after recess and was running around outside of the school. Class resumed and a little while later we heard yelling outside of our classroom window. We all rush to the window to find “4 fingered Nick” with a wood log above his head threatening to throw it at the principal and gym teacher. He was moved to a different school shortly after that incident. Weird thing is was that I saw the kid again during high school. Calmer than his previous 2nd grade self. Dressed like a ghetto white kid all the time” Source

Well That’s Disgusting

“I knew a guy in middle school who would sit in the corner, put his hands down his pants, scrape out the dirt around his a–hole, put it in his mouth and just suck on it. Bonus: he’d smell his fingers afterwards. Joy” Source

My Little Pony, My Little Pony

“Probably the guy who is obsessed with My Little Ponies, and i mean OBSESSED. he looks at them all day in class. only talks about MLP. he draws pictures of them. Its really creepy. I don’t mind him liking them be he bases his entire life around My Little Pony” Source

Hear Me Roar

“We had a nutcase at my school. She would get obsessive crushes on people and go way over the top to try and get their attention, for example:

She once cut her arm in art class and used the resulting blood to write the name of the unfortunate object of her affections on the wall of the corridor in two-foot letters;

She refused to go to lessons unless her unwitting beau told her directly to do so. It got to the point where she wouldn’t do anything unless he told her to, she’d just sit in the playground. The flipside was that she would do pretty much anything he told her to do e.g lick the floor, crawl around on all-fours for the entirety of lunchtime;

I once saw her sitting on the floor amidst a crowd of what must have been about half the school just queefing. Fanny-farting all over the place, for about half an hour;

Used to make up ridiculous stories about herself and then defend their veracity to the point where, if you questioned them, she’d go psycho and start screaming until whichever poor sod had attracted her laser-beam focus that week could be fished out of his lesson to tell her to stop. She was pregnant with Anakin Skywalker’s baby, her invisible boyfriend lived in a tree, she was a lion (roar), she was a vampire etc” Source