The Burning Rage of Mr. Jenkins

The Burning Rage of Mr. Jenkins

Once upon a time, a little over a year ago, in a town quite close by there was a high school chemistry teacher named Mr. Jenkins. He was just an average chemistry teacher; not great, but not too bad either. One day in the fall some of the students snuck into the supply room to try to make some stink bombs. As they were cooking up the ingredients the beaker they were mixing them in started on fire and thick smoke started billowing out. They all began screaming and ran to the back of the room, knocking down a lot of shelves in their panic and escaping through the window in back.

When Mr. Jenkins heard the screaming coming from the supply room he dashed to the door and opened it. He couldn't see anything for the smoke, so he told the students in the classroom to pull the fire alarm and get out, which they did. Mr. Jenkins himself ran into the storage room to save the students he could hear in the back of the supply room, not knowing they were soon to escape themselves out the window. In searching for them he knocked over more shelves, adding to the chemical stew that was burning on the floor. He also became lost and couldn't find his way out.

When the fire department arrived on the scene there were strange high-pitched screams coming from the burned out supply room. They used their foam extinguishers to put out the fire. When the smoke had cleared out enough to see they found where the screams were coming from. It was Mr. Jenkins. He was all cut up from the bottles the chemicals had been stored in and burned from the fire as well as the acids and other chemicals. An ambulance rushed him to the hospital.

The doctors at the hospital managed to save Mr. Jenkins' life, but by the time they were done operating on him both his legs had been cut off just below the knees and most of his face was removed because it was burned so badly. He had screamed so much and breathed so much chemical smoke that he wrecked his vocal cords forever and could only talk in a childish, squeaky voice.

After the staff at the hospital had taken care of Mr. Jenkins' physical problems as much as they could and kept him sedated for weeks to heal his horrible burns they finally woke him up and started to talk to him. He knew that his problems were the fault of some of the children and vowed to avenge himself on them, but not knowing which children had been in the supply room he developed a strong hate for all children. Fearing that he would make good on his threats they locked him up in a private hospital out in the country. He acted pretty normal as long as there were no children around. If he heard any, or saw them, he went into a rage and had to be sedated for hours.

The doctors still did what they could for the unfortunate teacher, giving him artificial feet for the ends of his burned off legs when he had healed enough and making an almost human looking mask for him to wear, but he was still so horribly disfigured that he usually went around with a bed sheet covering him so as not to scare the nurses. He spent most of the time he was recovering studying books on butchering and practicing in the hospital kitchen, where they let him work as therapy. He spent a lot of time down there sharpening all the kitchen's knives and polishing them 'til they gleamed. Just a short time ago he vanished from the private nursing home and all the knives vanished with him. The people in the rooms on either side remarked how he had been practicing saying, "Trick or treat." in his squeaky little voice, then muttering, "I'll give you a treat you little hellions."

Mr. Jenkins has been missing since the beginning of October. If anyone sees him please call your local police department.