Supernatural

>Your school halls were empty
>Everyone, from your students to your teachers, had left for the evening
>Most of the lights had been shut off hours ago, cascading everything in this eerie half-light
>You were Celestia, principal for Canterlot High School
>And Heaven's above were you exhausted
>For the past four hours you had been talking to one of your students and his father
>Apparently Mr. Thunderlane took exception when you asked him to come to the school so that his son could get a proper change of clothes
>He didn't understand why a young man wearing no ball bra and short-shorts two sizes too small was inappropriate for a place of learning
>He had shouted, swore, and generally caused the mother of all hissyfits
>In the end, he had threatened to take the school to court and insisted that he'd be pulling his children from your school
>All in all, it was just another exhausting, thankless day
>You were so tired than you couldn't even walk correctly, dragging your feet across your clean floor to propell yourself forward
>Hardly the way principal should walk, but you were past the point of caring
>You needed a shower and a good, long nap
>Professionalism could wait tomorrow morning when you had to do this whole sorry business again
>As you made your way through another hall, toward your car and freedom, the light flickered
>A strange sensation filled you, causing you to stop
>You could hear whispering
>It sounded like hundreds of hissing voices all speaking together, so low that you struggled to hear
>The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and the animalistic urge to flee filled you
>A lesser woman might have started looking around
>She might have started yelling, demanding who was there
>They might have even done something silly like follow those flicker of shadows that were running down the other end of the hall
>But not you
>You were a veteran in this nonsense

>You had too many demon/monster attacks under your belt and magic was no longer just a fairytale
>If a giant fire breathing spider were to crawl out of the shadows you don't think you'd bat an eyela--
>"HAH!"
>You jumped as something slammed into a locker with a thunderous crash
>It was only visible for a moment
>Long, thin arms ending in horrible claws, too many mouths, no eyes, limbs and body bent in horrible directions, and it seemed to be oozing some horribly foul-smelling muck
>Before you were able to process just what you were looking at something else charged into the hallway
>It was your janitor, a man that you very much didn't care for
>Anonymous
>He was wearing his usual grey one piece janitors attire
>His face was unshaven, and his green eyes were bright and crazed
>Help aloft in his hands was a broom, caked in that black substance
>"I got you, you motherfucker!" he shouted with what was nothing less than glee
>The... thing tried to rise up upon a mangled arm, hissing
>Anonymous hissed, back, taking a step forward and smacking the thing in it's...
>...
>Head?
>"You're not getting away from me this! Now hold still you gosh darn..."
>He rained blow after blow upon the thing
>It hissed and kicked and tried clawing at him, and in all rights it should have probably torn him to pieces with it's claws, but that wasn't the case
>In no time at all, Anon had reduced the thing into a puddle and what looked like a skull
>That black ooze covered the wall, the floor, the lockers
>You had some of it on your work clothes and you were pretty sure some of it had landed precariously near your mouth
>Anon, of course, hadn't been touched by the stuff, leaning against his broom with a proud smile on his face
"Finally. I was chasing that one for ten minutes," he said, wiping some sweat from his brow
>You must have made some sort of noise--one of frustration if you were too guess--because Anon's gaze snapped over toward you

>"Oh, hello, Mrs.," he said, smile turning into something saner. "How are you doing tonight?"
>You looked at the puddle near his feet
>You then looked at the splatterings of whatever... that was
"Anonymous... what in the world was that?"
>Anon blinked
>"That?" he said, poking at the puddle with his broom. "That was a Herther-snatch. Nasty little buggers."
>Something tried to rise from the puddle
>Anons, seeing this, swung his broom again, causing the thing to let out a horrible shriek
>"I found a couple of these little suckers in the boiler room trying to eat sunlight the other day. I'm pretty sure we have an infestation."
>Frowning, he patted himself down
>"Oh, hand on. since you're here you can help me with this."
>You really couldn't...
>Oh Lady above you couldn't...
>Reaching into his one piece outfit, Anon pulled out a honest to goodness chicken suit
>He offered it to you
>"Here, do me a favor and put it on. I don't know if it'll fit you but we'll have to make due with the situation I guess."
>Your eye twitched
>The urge to just spin around and walk in the opposite direction would have been overwhelming if more of those creatures weren't running around your school
"Anon..."
>"Hey, it's fine," Anon said, shaking the suit. "It'll take like five minutes of your time. Nothing too dangerous as long as you can't see the color green or red."
>...
"...Why a chicken suit?" you asked, knowing that you'd regret the answer
>"Herther-snatches have a fetish for giant chickens," he said. "They're a bunch of sick fucks. It'll only work if you wave your arms around and sound like a kangaroo though."
>...
>You took a step toward the crazy man, eyeing the chicken suit with disgust
>Nevertheless, you took it, kicking off your shoes and tossing away your briefcase
>Crystal Prep didn't have to deal with this bullshit...
>Why couldn't you just have a normal school day?
>Didn't you deserve that?