World’s Best School Psychologist


When I was twelve, I came to the conclusion that everyone in the world, including my own family, was against me. I was never a problemed child, but my parents sure treated me like one.

For example, I used to need to be home by 5:00pm every day. This clearly restricted my amount of “play time” outdoors. I wasn’t allowed to have friends over to play at the house, nor was I allowed to go over anyone else’s. I had to finish homework directly after I came home from school, no matter how long it took. My parents refused to buy me video games and forced me to read books and then write a book report on them to prove I actually read it!

Now, even though those rules listed above were quite frustrating to me as a child, they aren’t what upset me most. What really hurt me was the lack of compassion on behalf of my parents. My mother was a bitter woman who always made me feel guilty of accidents or mistakes I’ve made. My father only knew one emotion: frustration. The only time he spoke to me was when he screamed at me for receiving poor test scores or beat me for misbehaving.

But enough about them, let’s talk about my school’s psychologist. For his own privacy, we will call him Dr. Tanner. Like most junior high schools, a psychologist is always available on campus during school hours to assist any students in need of counseling whether it is emotional, academic, social, behavioral, etc.

To be honest, I have never seen any students talking with Dr. Tanner. Every day, I would walk past his office on my way the cafeteria and peek through his door’s little window. He would always be alone in there, working on some paperwork.

I guessed that most kids were too afraid to speak about their problems to an adult who was practically a stranger. For this reason, it took me three weeks to muster enough courage to go into his office. March 2nd, 1993, was the day I decided to voice my troubles to Dr. Tanner. During lunch break, I stood in front of his office door and knocked.

Through the window, I could see him raise his head, smile, and motion for me to come in. I did.

He greeted me by introducing himself and asking for my name. Dr. Tanner was a very soft spoken man who seemed to radiate kindness. In less than thirty minutes, I rambled to Dr. Tanner about how mean my parents were to me and how they didn’t care about me at all. After a while, my voice began to quaver and I stopped speaking. The psychologist listened patiently to my whole spiel, arms folded and head nodding. I half expected him to begin talking about how everything I had just said was untrue and that my parents loved me dearly and blah blah blah. But he didn’t.

Dr. Tanner leaned towards me with a grin on his face and said “You know… I’m the best school psychologist in the world. I promise we will fix this.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, but how?” I asked.

“I have my ways!” he replied. “I’m a man of my word. I promise that within just one month, the relationship between you and your parents will change for the better. Forever.”

After a brief pause, he continued; “Although, I do need you to make me a promise.”

“You have to promise me that you’ll come back to my office after school tomorrow and that you won’t tell anyone that we had this conversation today. It’ll be our little secret.”

I promised.

The following day, I returned to Dr. Tanner after school. It was around 4:00pm when I entered his office. After a warm welcome, he asked me to have a seat in front of his desk once again.

Upon sitting down, I watched Dr. Tanner close the blinds of the door’s tiny window. “There,” he smiled, “now we have all the privacy we need!”

We began to talk about my likes and interests, my favorite subjects in school, my least favorite teachers, and things of the like. About an hour into the conversation, Dr. Tanner offered me a soft drink.

I gladly took the offer, considering my parents never allowed me to drink soda. Dr. Tanner reached over to his mini-fridge and fidgeted around before setting down two open cans of soda on the desk.

Afterwards, we continued to talk about what was going on in my life but it wasn’t long before I passed out from whatever drugs Dr. Tanner placed in my drink.

It took me a minute or so to adjust my blurred vision upon waking…

… And when it did, I had no idea what to think.

I was handcuffed to a bed and my mouth was sealed with duct tape. I immediately began to panic- squirming and tugging at the cuffs- but gave up soon after.

My eyes widened in disbelief after looking around the room. There were posters of superheroes pinned up along the walls and photographs of famous athletes on shelves. In the middle of the room was an old television and Super Nintendo, various game cartridges stacked alongside it.

I didn’t know what to think. Here I am in a room filled with items most kids would die to play with. I would have probably cried from joy hadn’t I been handcuffed to a bed frame.

My stomach sank once again as the door opened and Dr. Tanner walked inside. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Now listen,” he said, “remember that I’m here to help you and I would never hurt you, okay?” Dr. Tanner gently removed the tape from my mouth and then the cuffs from my hands.

My first instinct was to begin crying but something about Dr. Tanner made me feel safe. He smiled at me. “You’re going to be staying here for a while,” he continued, “and during this time, you’re allowed to play with any toys in this room while I’m here at home.”

“But when I leave the house, I’ll need to cuff one of your hands back to the bed. You can still watch the television, but I want you to only watch the news channels when I’m away.”
I sat in silence, still trying to process the information he had given me.

“So!” Dr. Tanner yipped, slapping me on the knee. “You go ahead and knock yourself out; I’ll be back when it’s time for dinner.”

He got up from the bed, walked across the room and clicked the TV’s power button before locking the door behind him.

Several more minutes passed before I realized that Dr. Tanner wasn’t joking. All that was left for me to do was boot up the Nintendo and play Mario until nightfall.

At about 7:00pm, Dr. Tanner returned to the room carrying two plates of mashed potatoes and chicken strips. I finally gathered up the courage to ask him how long I’d be staying in this room. “Well, about a month,” he replied, “give or take a few weeks. I just have some work I need to do.”

The following morning, I awoke to Dr. Tanner’s hand patting my head. “Hey bud, you don’t have to wake up right now if you don’t want, but I am going to need to put this back on,” he whispered, clamping the cold steel handcuff onto my wrist.

I gazed up at him. He was wearing a collared shirt and slacks, a coat draped over his shoulder and a suitcase at his side. He looked just how he always did when I saw him around school. Before leaving he placed the TV’s remote next to me and told me to turn it on and watch the news.

The first thing I saw upon turning it on was a “breaking news” segment. An important looking police officer stood at a podium surrounded by people with microphones. I happened to begin viewing half way through his speech.

“A statewide Amber Alert has been issued as of this morning. We have several investigators working towards identifying potential abductors, but as of right now there is not much evidence. Faculty members state that the boy had been last seen around four or five in the evening on-“

I began to feel nauseous as a photograph of me appeared on the screen. It was my yearbook picture from last year. Captions for the photograph displayed my name and age, my school, and my town. Above my picture were alternating titles: FBI BEGINS SEARCH FOR CHILD and KIDNAPPING SUSPECT UNKNOWN and POTENTIAL RUNAWAY.

The live footage continued and two figures I soon recognized as my mom and dad stepped up to the podium. Both appeared to have reddened eyes. Tears streamed down my mother’s face as she took hold of a microphone.

I’d never seen so much emotion come from my mother before as she wept on live television, stuttering on sentences such as “please return my baby back to me” and “I’m so sorry” and “please come home to us”.

When my father took the microphone, I nearly expected his attitude to be stone cold, but he too had tears in his eyes. He pleaded to the world to bring his son home safely and lastly begged for my forgiveness! “I know I haven’t been the best father, but goddamn it do I wish I had been now. Please bring my boy back.”

I turned the power off shortly after. My emotions were mixed for I had never once seen my father cry.

I felt miserable that my parents were being put through so much, but at the same time I felt relief. I now know how much mom and dad love me.

Nearly four weeks have passed and Dr. Tanner has been treating me with the utmost respect. He leaves me in the morning cuffed to the bed frame, but returns in the afternoon to eat lunch and dinner with me, talk, and play games. I never would have guessed how good Dr. Tanner was at Monopoly and Scrabble.

But one morning when Dr. Tanner woke me before heading off to work, I noticed a stern look on his face. I also realized that it was three hours earlier than when he usually wakes me.

“You need to watch the news today. No exceptions. I want you to keep the television on all day and pay close attention to it,” he stated grimly.

I, of course, complied and watched him exit the room.

About two hours later, a breaking news segment interrupted the toothpaste commercial I was watching. The title:


Two staunch looking men in suits stood aside one another and began speaking:

“We are displeased to bring up such unfortunate news this morning regarding our missing child case from earlier this month.”

One of the men bowed his head while the one speaking shuffled through some papers. He continued:

“Remains of a body have been found in a garbage bag beneath a highway overpass. The body appears to be that of a child, although not much of it is left. The body has been decapitated and much has been burnt to ash and bone.”

The screen shifted over to a helicopter view of the freeway, dozens of police cars gathered near the bottom of a tall overpass. The man’s voice could still be heard:

“Within the bag police found a junior high school identification card labeled as such.” The screen showed the school ID card I always kept in my backpack. The plastic was sort of melted away, but my photograph and name were intact.

After the two men dismissed themselves, the camera panned over to my parents. They were sitting among reporters; my mother’s face held a painful grimace and my father sulked his head down at his knees.

I shut the television off.

Dr. Tanner returned home very late. He hurried into the room, unlocked my cuffs, and placed a bottle of fizzing water into my hand.

He placed his hands onto my shoulders and smiled.

“I made you a promise, didn’t I?”

I nodded, tears squeezing their way out my eyes.

“You need to make me a promise again,” he whispered.

He told me that I needed to drink all the water in the bottle- it would help me sleep- and that from here on, I am never to tell anyone that I ever met him. I promised.

“I told you I’m the best school psychologist in the world, didn’t I?”

And he was right.

I awoke later that night to find myself lying in the middle of a park, stars shining brilliantly across the night sky. I recognized the park; it wasn’t too far from my school.

A mile or so down the road, I saw my house. The lights were off inside, but I could make out my father sitting on the step leading to the front door.

I hesitantly called out to him. He lifted his head slowly, but when he saw it was me, he sprang to his feet, ran towards me arms open, yelling my name. My mother erupted from the house behind him.
Dr. Tanner was right. Things have changed with my family and I. My parents smile more often and treat me lovingly. I could not ask for a more perfect ending.

Every now and then, I see Dr. Tanner on campus- talking to and from his office. Rarely do we ever make eye contact, let alone speak to one another, but sometimes he’ll shoot me a wink and a smile.

I’ll always keep my promise to him and pretend I never met him, but there will always be one question forever floating in my mind: who did Dr. Tanner decapitate and throw off the overpass?

Original Author: CreepyCarbs

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  • Commented on December 23, 2013 at 9:57 pm

    good story. even the ending leaving just that one question.

  • Commented on December 23, 2013 at 11:43 pm

    I really love this pasta, although the end doesn’t really have the traditional twist most pastas have. But the story is really cool, and really my type of story. If you added more characters in the beginning though(like his friends, acquaintances) it would add more mystery to the end. I like it :3

  • Commented on December 29, 2013 at 11:30 pm

    Really cool story. I like the fact that the main character is so relatable. I could feel and see everything as if I were there. Not my favorite pasta, but very good!

  • Commented on January 2, 2014 at 6:27 pm

    I am glad you all enjoyed my story.

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  • Commented on January 2, 2014 at 6:34 pm

    as much as i like this pasta its missing that little something so i agree with dustbunny but besides that the story was actually really good

  • Commented on January 8, 2014 at 12:44 am

    minded raped

  • Commented on February 5, 2014 at 11:25 pm

    I do like it, especially that it leaves that tantalizing thought at the end – what young teen did he kill to give the boy a better life?


  • Commented on March 14, 2014 at 3:25 pm

    This was such a satisfying read!

  • Commented on March 24, 2014 at 3:41 am

    Nice story, but I wonder why nobody suspected it to be the counselor who has the office he last walked into. I don’t know if they had cameras in that school, but they might have. If they did, they would have tracked down the counselor

  • Commented on June 7, 2014 at 10:36 pm

    10/10. Definitely a new favorite of mine.
    I’m going to be reading some more from you CreepyCarbs! 🙂

  • Commented on June 13, 2014 at 12:24 pm

    Though there are some few points I’m not sure about, I really like how this author uses emotion in telling the stories.

  • Commented on June 13, 2014 at 12:29 pm

    Though there are some few points I’m not sure about, I really like how this author uses emotion in telling the stories.It works (most authors from here I’ve read from were only able to try)… at least for me.

  • Commented on July 6, 2014 at 3:33 am

    Love how the ‘antagonist’ was likeable. Really yummy pasta!

  • Commented on July 23, 2014 at 2:51 am

    Wait…Who DID he decapitate and through off an overpass? Hope it was a cadaver

  • Commented on August 5, 2014 at 3:00 am

    Reminds me of Goosebumps from back in the day. Everything is a little creepy, turns out to be fine in the end, then a twist that makes you think about what had happened.

  • Commented on August 14, 2014 at 4:05 pm

    This was certainly a different story and I do have to say it was pretty good despite having a questionable ending that and Dr. Tanner reminds me of Hannibal Lecter.

  • Commented on September 17, 2014 at 3:24 am

    Very delicious pasta. What I don’t understand is why didn’t the police go and investigate the dead child after he went back with his parents? Other than that awesome! 9.5/10

  • Commented on September 27, 2014 at 5:43 pm

    I love the ending!

  • Commented on November 3, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Good job I love it the ending has still got me thinking.

  • Commented on November 18, 2014 at 3:22 pm

    This is one of my favorite creepypastas, especially because it has been narrated by Cryaotic. It’s well written and the end is simple but leaves a lot of room for the reader to think.

  • Commented on January 29, 2015 at 10:23 pm

    The ending was unexpected, but for the better.

  • Commented on February 20, 2015 at 4:48 pm

    : D it was real nice and interesting but the ending left me thinking it could had a better ending。Really good pasta by the way!

  • Commented on February 27, 2015 at 3:34 pm

    Awesome pasta 🙂 one of my favorites! 10/10 good story!

  • Commented on February 27, 2015 at 6:21 pm

    This was one of the best pastas I have read EVER. Im kind of questioning my morals right now, because i truly like Mr.Tanner. i mean, he seems super chill. 10/10 pasta. loved it.

  • Commented on May 19, 2015 at 4:51 pm

    I loved this! But it leaves so many questions. Who did he kill? How may other students has he helped? He is hardly ever talked to, perhaps the other students know, too. Was the child he killed a child who already had a good life, one who he was unable of helping, one who he saved from suicide only to kill later on? Perhaps they were someone who wanted to die, a d he made their wish come true. I imagine if he did, he made it quick, so as not to hurt them, THEN burned the body.

  • Commented on June 8, 2015 at 3:46 am

    By and far the best pasta I’ve ever read.

  • Commented on June 18, 2015 at 8:28 pm

    This so good! 15/10 breads.

  • Commented on June 24, 2015 at 1:57 am

    Perfect, as I type this, I am still jittery. Well played, Cap

  • Commented on June 28, 2015 at 12:55 am

    One of the best pastas ever !

  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 7:07 pm

    It was a great pasta 10/10… I think I know who it was tho…

  • Mr Native11696
    Commented on September 30, 2015 at 9:27 pm

    Absolutely loved it

  • Commented on November 20, 2015 at 10:32 am

    Truly a creepy story……

  • Commented on November 29, 2015 at 3:29 am

    WOW. I loved every word, and the final sentence was perfect! Well done!

  • Commented on December 17, 2015 at 12:44 am

    Duuuude…I thought that Mr. Tanner was gonna do something unspeakable, other than the fact that he decapitated a child. But that was a great story

  • Commented on January 10, 2016 at 6:09 am

    Wow! This is awesome!

  • Commented on January 20, 2016 at 4:15 am

    Forced to read books and write reports on them?Just like Opra.

  • Commented on January 22, 2016 at 5:02 pm

    This is amazing. I loved it. 10/5 Outstanding. It’s crazy how you thought to put in the mystery about who did he kill!

  • Commented on February 3, 2016 at 4:03 am

    Clever. This Dr. Tanner reminds vaguely of house. Y’know, without the murdering and all.

  • the pasta woman
    Commented on March 4, 2016 at 6:20 pm

    this is probs the best pasta ive ever read-its is so amazing 10/10

  • Commented on March 27, 2016 at 12:52 am

    I’ve always liked this pasta to be honest and am glad to have found it again. Good job

  • Commented on July 30, 2016 at 7:59 am

    I’m going to hope that the decapitated child was already dead. And that Dr.Tanner didn’t murder some random kid.

  • Latepedant
    Commented on August 10, 2016 at 3:56 am

    I was listening to Cry’s reading of this today and something bothered me that I hadn’t noticed before.
    If this takes place in 1993 how could they have issued an AMBER alert? The AMBER alert wasn’t created until 1996. Also part of the criteria for an AMBER alert is that they must have a description of the suspected abductor, which the police don’t have.

  • Commented on September 4, 2016 at 8:16 pm

    Amber Alerts didn’t exist in 1993. The girl they are named for was killed in 1996.

  • Rahul Raparia
    Commented on December 13, 2016 at 5:55 pm

    The story was nice, different from the other creepypastas. But there was no element of suspense. It was rather a very plain story, not many emotions could manage to reach me. And only if he had elaborated about the kid he killed, just to make this other kid happy, it would have been better. I feel a little betrayed since I was expecting so much from it, the ratings are just too high for this one. I would have felt differently only if it wasn’t overrated as it is. Still i would give it a 6.5/10

  • Commented on December 15, 2016 at 9:34 pm

    very good!!!!!!

  • Jade
    Commented on December 16, 2016 at 1:26 pm

    I think it was the brother,I mean they didn’t mention ever since the kid went missing,right?
    Think about it…

  • Commented on January 7, 2017 at 1:50 am

    Woah. Amazing. One question. [who did he kill?][]

  • Commented on January 26, 2017 at 10:52 pm

    Amazing! A few questions though…[Do all the kids not go to them, because he ”helped” them?spoiler][/spoiler]

  • Commented on March 8, 2017 at 7:42 am

    Wow, really great story. I just wish whatever the parents were told upon the return. Also, worst police force ever.

  • Me
    Commented on March 23, 2017 at 8:39 pm

    Ive been looking for a positive pasta for weeks now and ive finally, FINALLY, found one

  • Commented on April 4, 2017 at 7:05 pm

    Awesome! Kept waiting for it to get scary and man did you deliver!

  • Commented on April 11, 2017 at 11:02 am

    This pasta was delicious!

  • Commented on June 15, 2017 at 8:24 pm

    This was definitely amazing. Well written. 10/10!

  • Commented on August 5, 2017 at 5:09 am

    Very perverse .

    I liked it.

  • Commented on October 21, 2017 at 7:40 am

    … You guys. Tanner isn’t likeable, he murdered a child. This kid is allowing a child murderer to walk around, being murdery because, he – helped? – him… Does the kid not feel guilty about the MURDERED CHILD

    Just, what

  • Commented on October 25, 2017 at 5:36 pm

    omg… this was so good.. just so .. good.
    i dont even have words for it..


  • Commented on May 16, 2018 at 3:20 pm

    Very Interesting Story I Like The Ending A Lot.

  • Commented on May 20, 2018 at 6:51 am

    OMG this is perfect 🙂

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