6-7 Middle School Zombies: A Short, Spooky Story

My name is Louie, a 13-year-old middle schooler, and it is the year 2034.

I live in a family-friendly town in Northern New Jersey, with lots of trees and nice people. That is where I go to Brainiac Middle School (BMS).

I love to play sports and the drums, and I absolutely have a passion for learning about supernatural, paranormal stuff and other ghostly out-of-this-world subjects. You know, cool kid stuff, at least to me.

Is it popular? Well, my friends call me Ghoulie Louie because of my fascination with the bizarre. So, I guess not.

These days, something weird has been going on at school. Perhaps it is my obsession with the unknown that had made me noticing it right away?

Every student at BMS has started to get swept up in this 6-7 trendy craze. That is when you motion your hands up and down, with your palms up, for a few second at a time, emphasizing the 6 and the 7, as in sixxx, sevennn!

I heard some rapper dude made it famous by mentioning a well-known basketball player’s height (6-foot-7) in a song. Well, you know what happened from there.

Sure, it was fun at first, but it has grown into a zombie-like epidemic, hitting math classes the hardest. Our science teachers are not happy about it, either. The teachers cannot get through a simple lesson without students breaking out into the silly trend when those two cooky numbers are mentioned together, over and over again, and then some.

So, how are the kids catching it? I am not completely sure, but every time I saw a kid get caught up looking at someone doing the 6-7 move for two seconds or more, they were hooked. No chance, man. No chance.

After that, they started slowly walking around tagging students, who then began 6-7ing their way through the hallways, gym, lunchroom…everywhere, for the rest of the day.

They lumbered around with a blank, lifeless daze for hours at a time with no end in sight. They even developed a pale, green tint to their skin, styled their undead hair with a zombie flair, and stopped tucking in the shirts and brushing their teeth. You know, sort of looking like, umm, zombies from a scary horror movie. It seems as if a Zombie Apocalypse is about to break out at any given moment.

For me, I could not, for the life of me, focus on my studies and doing my work, and not even one student bothers to get anything productive done. It just 6-7, 6-7, 6-7 all school day long. What is going on? HELP, PLEASE!

Thankfully, it stops once they leave the school, and then things return to normal once they are away from school–67 feet away. And the kids do not remember doing the 6-7 thing at all. Weird.

I have been lucky enough to not have the trend affect–or infect, me. I do not know why, though.

To stop the students, the school’s principle, Mr. Eibmoz, has banned kids from performing 6-7 on BMS grounds at all. But it has not worked. No one is listening. They are blind and deaf to the school’s demands. There seems to be a darker, mysterious force at work.

I asked myself, “how did it all start? and, “why is no one under the age of 13 is affected by the mind-melting trend?”

Well, I decided to do something about it. That is when I began my deep investigation with Mr. Eibmoz’s help. We combed through hours of school video footage. Then, we asked school staff members if they witnessed anything unusual.

Meanwhile, we just observed these mischievous “creatures” from a far.

Everything we did came up empty. Nothing worked. Nothing. Ughhhh.

We decided to visit the school’s archive section in the library to search for clues. That is when we discovered BMS was built in 1967. Holy cow, we are on to something. That was a start to finding out what was going on at our beloved middle school.

Then, after rewatching the videos, I noticed that a dedication plaque to the school’s first principal, Mr. Daednu, was put near the base of the flagpole, where the first student, Mike Daednu, a distant relative of our orginal principal, first started doing the 6-7 meem-inspired move at the beginning of the new school year.

I ran outside to check the flagpole, which is exactly 67 feet from the school’s front doors. Hey, I measured on a hunch to make sure and I happen to carry a tape measure with me in my pencil case.

Also, weirdly enough, Mr. Daednu was married to an old-school witch by the name of Morgana, who put a hex on the school after she grew upset at her husband for working late almost every night back in 1967. That means this year is 67 years later. Hmmm…that is interesting, right?

I brainstormed with Mr. Eibmoz on ways to get rid of the awful hex. Although we did not know how to do it, we came up with the idea of finding a person who might.

This is where it gets very interesting.

Mr. Daednu and Morgana had a daughter by the name of Mary Nightshade Daednu, who happens to be a curse-cleansing wicker witch who lives not too far in a creepy part of Brooklyn.

Was it a strange coincidence? Who knows? Perhaps it was?

Nevertheless, we called and made appointment with Ms. Nightshade, who happens to own four black cats and a bunch of brooms, no swiffers, though. They make for terrible transportation, I guess.

We told her about our predicament, and she came up with a way to get the 6-7 hex to end at BMS once and for all.

She told us to burn two candles–a black candle for banishing the curse, and a white candle for protection from the zombie-like negative energy. She instructed us to, “light them while focusing on your intention to remove the hex. And Let them burn completely by the flagpole, then follow it up by burning sage for cleansing purposes for exactly 67 seconds–no more, no less.”

After school that day, we did exactly what she had told us, step-by-step to the tee, with all the adults watching from inside the school. I guess they were chicken.

Then, the next day, we waited patiently to see what would happen once the students came back to BMS in the morning. First, a few kids trickled into BMS. We waited. Nothing.

Next, a few more. The same thing. Could it be possible? Were we in the clear? We patiently waited throughout the day to see what would happen. Still nothing.

Even math classes went back to normal. Except for me. I could never figure out math. Anyway…

Well, after months of kids 6-7ing like crazy, it had stop, just. like. that.

We could not believe it worked. All the staff, and I, celebrated as if we won a spooky, fiendish Super Bowl. From there, things did return to its normal middle school hijinks.

At least for now, though.

So, you might be asking yourselves, “why no one above the age of 13, and myself, did not fall victim to the dreaded 6-7 trend?”

Well, the first one is easy. 6 plus 7 equals 13, thus only people 13 and under were 6-7ing at BMS.

The second question? My dad is Mr. Eibmoz, and his love offered me spell protection from the curse that seemed to arise from the often-unexplainable mystical realm and nearly wrecked our love for learning.

The happy end. Happy Halloween.

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— Jerry Del Priore

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