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The Hall MonitorBy Zoё Rollins-Taylor

  • Writer: Matt Larrimore
    Matt Larrimore
  • Jul 11, 2025
  • 2 min read

“Sally come downstairs for breakfast! You’re going to be late for school!” Sally groaned and rolled out of bed. “Coming!” she said. Sally ate breakfast and walked to school. Sally was in middle school, a 7th grader. It was her first day. As soon as she walked in she noticed something, the school had hired a new hall monitor. His name tag read “Mr. Dippy”. He had grey eyes and a goatee. His head was shaped like an ice cream cone, his nose looks like Squidward’s, and his teeth were sticking out. Not the average hall monitor you see every day. As Sally was going about her day, she realized something, wherever she went the hall monitor was. He was staring at her. Almost as if he was stalking her. When she got home she told her mother. “Mom I a weird day. There was a creepy hall monitor.” “What was his name?” asked her mom. “Mr. Dippy” Sally says. Her face went dark. “That’s odd, I had a hall monitor named Mr. Dippy.” Sally didn’t think much of it at first, until she calls her grandmother. Sally tells her about Mr. Dippy and turns out she also had a hall monitor had him too. Sally’s blood ran cold, like she had just been dunked in a tub of ice water. She then realizes that there is only one way to find out who this man really is …. The internet. Sally sprints to her computer and starts researching. She types “Mr. Dippy who he is” and hits search. Sally is frozen. What she found out is beyond her imagination. Mr. Dippy was dead… and he died in the late 1940s. She looked at the images and they looked exactly like him: grey eyes, ice cream cone shaped head, goatee, all of it.  His full name was Dippy Amber Krypt. Sally was shocked. Krypt was her last name! Spelled with a K and everything. Now the one big question remains: why was Mr. Dippy stalking Sally?

 

 

The End… for now…

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