A horror story from Chardon High School, about 30 miles from Cleveland, as reported by ABC News:
Chardon Police Chief Timothy McKenna said at noon that one student had died following a shooting at Chardon High School Monday morning.
Four other students were injured and a student gunman was in custody.
Chardon Police Chief Timothy McKenna said two students were taken by helicopter to Hillcrest Hospital and three were taken to MetroHealth Medical Center. It was one at Metro who died.
A spokesperson for MetroHealth Medical Center said the student who died in the shooting was Daniel Parmentor.
The two victims at Hillcrest Hospital are a 17-year-old boy who is in serious condition and an 18-year-old girl in stable condition, according to a hospital representative.
The gunman has been tentatively identified by witnesses as student T.J. Lane. He was reportedly chased out of the school by a courageous teacher, and is now in police custody.
Some Chardon students reported seeing a Twitter message from a fellow student that he would bring a gun to school, but they didn’t take the threat seriously. The Daily Caller located what appears to be Lane’s Facebook page, which included a chilling bit of prose about a revenge fantasy that concludes with “Die, all of you”:
In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone. The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of “why do we exist?” His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet. They too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere. He was better than the rest, all those ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited. They couldn’t care less about the peasents they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasents at bay, not the enemy away. They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer’s Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners. They simply create what they want and make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas. He will have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the trees. “Stay back!” The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. “Oh God, have mercy, please!” The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I’m on the lamb but I ain’t no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd. You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet. Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might. Seizure in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.
Governor John Kasich of Ohio asked this morning, via Twitter, “Please pray for wounded Chardon HS students, their families, and their community.” He reassured anxious parents that it “appears things are under control now.”
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