I came to Psychic High School with all my stuffed animals.

I couldn't leave them behind, knowing what they were capable of.

Sure, we've got some bad blood, but who else is going to keep them in check?




Just don't cross them.

My stuffed animals were hungry.

If you see one, don't approach it.

I suggest pepper spray.

If you run from my stuffed animals, you may activate their hunting instincts.

Remain perfectly still, and be cool.

They can see in infrared.

I'm on the swim team.

My stuffed animals can't get you in the pool - they sink to the bottom and have to be fished out.

But watch out in the locker rooms.

Late at night, Psyhigh's halls are empty and dark.

There's nothing left for my stuffed animals to hunt.

All the mice are gone.

Back to school is a busy time of year.

My stuffed animals are restless.

Keeping them calm with raw meat from the butcher.

Elephant, Red Panda, Sock Monkey, and Giraffe.

All of them are hungry.

No one can enter my room.

Sometimes I need a break from my stuffed animals.

Mix a pill into their meat to make them drowsy.

Now I can leave my room.

For my stuffed animals, Psyhigh is an off-leash area.

Do you hear a rustle in the bushes or the trees?

Run.

I take a head count and come up short.

One of my stuffed animals has run away.

Watch out! It may be stalking you.