A fairy tale horror friend will tell you a story about man-eating school gnomes today!

A student of the sixth grade of the elementary school in Prague’s Zbraslav saw this for himself. May the earth be easy for him!

So if you really want to hear this horrifying story about the death of poor Honzík Laštůvka, then put your ears up.

But expect that your little brains will cower in fear as far as possible from the end of the ear nerves and wait there in a panic until they are comforted by your mothers’ kind words again.

Well, as you wish, you chose it yourself.

In Zbraslav, Prague, they have a school divided into two buildings.

The upper building is attended by first graders. As far as I know, no student has gone missing there yet.

They do have one rather rude teacher there, who puts the poor pupils under extreme stress, but Mrs. Neplatilová means well to them. He wants them to know everything and be well prepared for the second grade.

However, if she knew what was happening to the students in that lower building, on the second level, she would be much kinder to her charges, because she would never see many of them again!

Yes, unfortunately, that is exactly the case, as several second-grade students have disappeared without a trace over the last semester.

The police don’t know what to do. As if they had sunk into the ground.

However, I managed to clarify the story of the last missing person, Honzík Laštůvka!

When I went to the class meeting of one of my daughters who visits this cursed building, I found a memory card from the missing person’s phone in the hallway.

At home, I revealed the scariest and darkest secret of Prague’s Zbraslav!

Poor Honzík even recorded his own death on his phone!

And not only that! From his records I was able to uncover the whole horrifying story.

The sequence of terrible events was thus: Honzík was not a very exemplary student. He didn’t have the subject matter in his head, but mostly by rote.

Once during a matric paper, as usual, he did not remember the formulas for calculating the surface area of ​​solids and therefore fumbled in his pocket for a puller.

However, as he was stressed, he could not find it in his pocket. So he told the teacher that he had to go to the toilet, otherwise he would pee.

The teacher was nice, no Unpaid, he wouldn’t be able to do it there.

In the toilet, he took out a draw card from his pocket and began to study it.

A few crumbs from chips, which he secretly ate during class, also fell out of his pocket.

The draw was greasy from chips, blurred and unreadable.

Honzík was at his wits end. Suddenly he heard a soft crunch.

He listened to where it was coming from and noticed the tiny dwarves eating his chips off the ground.

“Thick!” Honzík exclaimed and started filming them.

“Do you have any more?” one dwarf asked him.

“Yeah, but in class, and I’m writing a paper,” said Honzík.

“Then we’ll write it for you and you’ll give us your chips.”

“Don’t doubt it at all! We eat a lot and have well-nourished brains!”

Honzík agreed and made the deal.

Yeah, kids, everyone makes mistakes…

Honzík brought about a hundred dwarves to the bench. Some wrote his paper and didn’t really care. They knew Matika, yes again.

Those who didn’t write stuffed themselves with chips like bottomless.

When they ran out of chips, they climbed into Honzík’s briefs and started nibbling his bum.

In a panic, Honzík ran to the toilet again, this time without asking.

It was too late to save. The dwarves pressed against the saw and crushed poor Jenda along with the phone.

The memory stick fell out of the phone and stuck to someone’s shoe. It fell out of my shoe in the hallway where I found it.

She was still a little bloodied.

It is now clear where all the missing students ended up. They should have learned better and not rely on tow trucks and certainly not any carnivorous dwarves.