found-imagess

[found-imagess]

Calvin wasn’t the kind of kid you noticed. He drifted through the halls like a ghost with a backpack—quiet, lanky, eyes always glued to the floor. He smelled a little weird, like old hay or wet woodchips, but no one really got close enough to care.

Except the bullies.

Every school has them—the kind that thrive on someone else's silence. Calvin was their favorite toy for months: wedgies, spitballs, calling him “Llama Boy” just because he once wore a National Geographic shirt with a camel on it.

Then one Monday, everything changed.

The bullies—Tyler, Jenna, Mikey, and that creepy tall kid Vince—started being nice. They smiled at Calvin in the hallway. They invited him to sit with them at lunch. One even gave him a Gatorade.

Then came the real surprise.

“Hey Calvin,” Tyler said, voice syrupy with fake sweetness. “We’re doing this challenge for YouTube. Spending the night at the zoo. Gonna go viral. You in?”

Calvin looked up, blinking like he’d just been spoken to in another language. “Why me?” he asked.

“'Cause you’re cool,” Mikey said with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “C’mon. You’ll love it.”

And just like that, Calvin said yes.

The zoo was closed, locked up tight by midnight. But Vince had a cousin who worked security and owed him a favor. They slipped through the gate like shadows, GoPros strapped to their heads, whispering and giggling about “content” and “views.”

By 3AM, they were in the camel enclosure.

That’s when things got quiet.

Tyler reached into his backpack and pulled out something long, wrapped in a black cloth. Calvin didn’t understand what it was—until the cloth fell away and moonlight glinted off the steel.

“No hard feelings, bro,” Jenna whispered, just before the camera cut to static.

The footage never surfaced.

Weeks passed. The police found nothing—no body, no gear, not even a drop of blood. The other kids acted like Calvin never existed.

But that was before the sightings.

People in Calvin’s apartment complex reported hearing hooves on the stairwell at night. Elevators that smelled like a petting zoo. One lady swore she saw a tall, lanky figure walking past her peephole at 3:07AM—its face long, its eyes hollow, and a shaggy brown neck stretching up from a twisted human body.

They call him Camel Calvin now.

And if you’re up at 3AM…

and you hear a knock at your door…

and your dog starts whining and scratching at its head—

Don’t open it.

Unless you want to wake up with four legs and a collar where your neck used to be.