Sorry about the delay. This was about a month and half ago. >Central calls me, tells me I'm picking up a little boy with special needs and taking him to school five days a week until whenever. >I'm excited, I love kids. >I go to bed early, gotta get this kid at 7am. I wanna be sharp. >Roll up to a ghetto-tastic house. >6 boys, one Mom. >All the boys are special needs. >Mom brings out this little guy, lets call him Franklin. >Franklin is 5 years old, and he is the size of a 2 year old. >He might weigh 45 pounds. >I watch her strap him in to his car seat. >He's silent the whole time. >He travels a half an hour with me to his school in Bangor. >We're together a half an hour twice a day. >We roll up to his office building of a school. >He was silent the whole ride. I watched him in the mirror and all he did was wiggle his feet and watch trees go by out the window. >He takes my hand as we gets out of the car. >We go inside of the building and his school is on the fifth floor. >He holds my hand through the elevator ride. >We get off the elevator in a very blank, white lobby/waiting room. >There's the elevator, the stairs, and one door. >The door needs a key code to open it. >No key code. >Franklin wiggles my hand with his hand and points to the camera watching the door. >I knock on the door, and in seconds a woman opens it. >Blonde hair, blue eyes, red shirt, black pants. >No shoes. >Franklin starts through the door into a hall way with another door at the end that's open and kiddy noises are coming from it. >Teacher puts her hand on my chest stopping me. >I nod and kneel down to Franklin. >"Hey Franklin, I gotta go, your teacher can hold your hand though." >He looks at his teacher, then lets go of my hand and walks down the hallway. >I shrug and stand up. She takes his backpack from me and forces me out of the doorway but shutting the door on me. [cont.]
>I shrug and stand up. She takes his backpack from me and forces me out of the doorway but shutting the door on me. >I glance up at the camera, then leave. >Around 3pm I arrive at the door. >Two other guys (Dads I presume.) are in the room as well. >Both are silent, standing near the door. >The door unlocks and one little girl steps out. >She smiles to one of the men and he picks her up. >They leave. >The door opens, and a little boy steps out. >He seems sad. >The other man steps over and rubs his shoulders before they walk to the elevator and leave. >I step up to the door, and the door opens. >Franklin's teacher stands in the doorway and hands me his backpack. >"But where's Franklin?" I ask. >He steps around from behind her and holds out his hand for me to take it. >I take his hand and smile to his teacher. >She shuts the door. >He starts toward the elevator and I follow. >He's silent on the ride home. >When we get home, his Mom comes to my car to get him. >I tell her about him being quiet. >"Oh Franklin's just shy. Give him a few days." >As she's getting him out of the car, he wraps his arms around her neck. >"Is Daddy home?" He asks. >She smiles to him and strokes his head. >"Not tonight." She replies. >"Okay." He says laying his head on her shoulder and waving to me. >I wave back and they go inside. [cont.]
>I wave back and they go inside. >After a few days Franklin starts talking. >"What are those?" He asks pointing to the clouds. >I look up and point to the clouds. >"Those are clouds. Sometimes it rains when they come around. Other times it snows. Sometimes nothing happens, they just float on by." >He nods. "I like clouds." >I smile to him and we continue on. >In the elevator, holding my hand, he looks up to me and asks me how high the building goes. >"Oh, probably into the clouds. It's a pretty tall building." I tell him pointing up. >"You're really tall, can you reach the clouds?" She asks. >"Naw, I'm not tall enough to reach the clouds. Not yet anyway." I tease. >"Someday I'll be big like you, and I'll touch the clouds whenever I want." He said smiling. >"I have no doubt, pal." I tell him messing his hair up a bit. >The same routine, I'm not allowed in. Teacher in red and black, no shoes answers the door. [cont.]
>The same routine, I'm not allowed in. Teacher in red and black, no shoes answers the door. >As he gets out of the car at home, at the end of the day he asks his Mom again if his Dad is home. >She shakes her head and he reluctantly accepts it. >The next day she has him loaded up and I ask her where Franklin's Dad is. >"He's around." She said in a dismissive tone before heading back inside. >The same routine, not allowed in, barefoot, red shirt, black pants. >I stop her this time. >"He asks about his Dad every night." I tell her. >She crosses her arms under her chest and watches Franklin walk down the hall. >"All the children here ask about their parents." She replied flatly before asking me to step out of the doorway. >I stay there for a minute, watching him as the door closes. >I hear one of the security cameras crane around to me. >"You may leave now." A woman's voice, different from Franklin's teacher, says. >I shrug and head toward the elevator, and the camera returns to wherever it was pointing before. >On the ride down I take a look at the cubicle hell leading to the elevator. >Everyone is running numbers, most of their phones are from the 90s. >None of them look up at me. >I find a lady at the end getting up to go to the bathroom. >"Hey, any idea where a good cup of coffee is around here?" I ask. >She stops dead in her tracks and looks at me. >"I have a boyfriend." She sneers and continues on her way. >I snicker and rub my cheek for a moment. >"Is it listed on google? I don't wanna get lost finding that place!" I shout after her as she steps down a darkened hallway toward illuminated bathroom doors. >I shrug and leave. [cont.]
>This goes on for a few weeks, and I finally stop his teacher from pushing me out of the doorway. >"Wait wait. Why are there only guys here picking up and dropping off kids?" I ask. >She pretends to be blind sided and then insists that I step out side of the hallway. >"Children come here for a variety of reasons. Dads are usually the ones who have time. I know you're not Franklin's Dad, so stop with the questions." She states. >The door unlocks before she turns to it, and she enters peacefully. >"Please leave." The voice over the intercom instructs. >"Alright, I'm going." I say putting my hands up. >That afternoon, I pull into Franklin's driveway and there are a ton of cars at his house. All the boys are outside playing with squirt guns. >They're chasing one guy, maybe in his 40s around the yard. >He's very well dressed, red shirt, black pants, white tie. >He's wearing shoes. Sneakers at that. >Franklin spots this guy and sits up in his seat, trying to take off the belts of his car seat. >"Daddys home!" He shouts as his Mom opens the car door. >He jumps down out of the car and rushes over to this guy. >"Daddy! Daddy!" He shouts as his man picks him up. >I get out of the car, and the man in red, carrying Franklin comes over. >He holds Franklin against his chest and offers his hand to me. >"Hi, I'm Dad." He says with a bit of a laugh behind his words. >"I'm David." >I take his hand and shake it. >"Great to finally meet you Dave, I've heard a lot about you." He says bouncing Franklin a bit. >Franklin giggles and hugs his Dad's head. >"Good things I hope." I stated shoving my hands into my pockets. >"Great things. Franklin behaves better at school, he even eats lunch there now. Thank you for getting him under control. I dunno what you're doing, but please keep doing it!" He says turning away from me and heading back to the squirt gun fight. [cont.]
>I don't see Dad again for few days. >I bring Franklin to school, the door unlocks and there's Dad. >He smiles to me, Franklin looks up at him and walks into the hallway not saying a word. >I frown and look up at Dad, Franklin lets go of my hand once he's through the door way. >"Don't worry." Dad says patting me on the shoulder. >I back through the doorway and he watches me as he closes the door, blocking my view of Franklin. >I think about that for the rest of the day, and then when I get Franklin home, I ask him about his day. >He tells me about ABCs, Dancing, and playing with Dinosaurs. >I ask him about Dad. >"Daddys not a school, silly!" He says to me. >I stare for a long while, before his Mom opens the door and takes him out of the car. >"Did you have a good day?" She asks Franklin. >He repeats the same thing he said to me, exactly. >I sit on the hood for a minute as she signs the paperwork for transportation. >"So, Franklin's Dad, he works at school too?" I ask. >"Nope, he's around though." She says and walks inside with Franklin. >I shake my head in disbelief before getting in the car and going home. >That night I get a call from Central, telling me that I need to wait after I drop Franklin off for school. >The next day comes, and I wait. >I wait. >I wait. >I wait. >WAITINNNNGG! >Finally after a half an hour, an elderly woman, we'll call her Marge, steps through from the stairs, and hands me a clipboard with a piece of paper that says: >I David Blankerson hereby declare that I will no mention the things I have seen, or experienced while transporting Franklin Blankerburg. >Marge clears her throat and taps the board, telling me I need to hurry. >I sign, and shove it back into her chest. >"Hell'va school lady." I state heading to the elevator. >It opens before I push the button or before I get to it. >I turn back, and Marge has headed through the door already, it's shutting behind her. [cont.]
>Now this past week. >Franklin has been having headaches. >He leaves school rubbing his forehead. >He tells me its because of a new song. >I ask him to tell me about it. >He says he can't cause it makes his head hurt. >Franklin goes to school with two pairs of pants, and only wears long sleeves now. >He goes to school a bit dirty. >Comes home, literally smelling like roses. >He still seems normal, we talk about dragons, and firemen who fight dragons. >Haven't seen Dad or Marge. >Teacher ignores me when I talk to her. [end]
If I am ever in Maine, I hope I get you as a taxi driver. Your stories are some of the best things I have seen on /x/ in the past years where ive been visiting daily. Always looking forward to whatever you have to post, keep up the good work!
I lived in Maine for seven years, and saw some creepy old abandoned buildings, houses, etc. Though I never ran into any ghosts and things of that nature, some of the people who lived there freaked me out. Most of them were normal, decent people, but a few that lived down the road from me, I thought they came from The Hills Have Eyes! I will just leave it at that.
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