"Okay class! That's all for today. You're dismissed." I said to them as they got up from their seats and through the door. It's finally the first day of school, where the students will start learning. It gave me satisfaction whenever I see children wanted to learn something and I'm glad that I am one of those teachers to give them support, courage, passion and the will of learning everyday.
"Ms. Smith!" Someone called me. I turned my head to see who is it, then, a grin plastered on my face. Oh, how I miss this boy. Justin Cole Bridge. A student of mine whom I grew to be close with so many things. He's a sweet 15 years old, child prodigy.He really love to learn and to explore different things.
"What is it?" I asked him. He came in and slammed both of his hands on the table between us, making me flinch at his sudden actions. I was about to scold him when I saw fear in his eyes. What the hell is wrong with him? "Justin? What did you see again?"
His face became pale. His brown eyes became darker and his sweats dripped down, fast. "I-I saw i-it. H-he w-want revenge! R-Revenge! He's going to kill every single one of us! He's f-furious! He's a-at rage! M-Ms. Smith! We had to leave this place. Believe me!" He said to me. Justin always tell me this kind of things: ghost, spirits, phantoms and... demons. Of course I would likely tell him that there's no such thing as that. But... his persistent attitude make me sick and tired of his foolishness and lies.
I rolled my eyes at him, feeling the annoyance inside me. "Justin. How many times I had to tell you that... there's no such thing as that. Now stop this nonsense and be a good student."
Justin's eyes widened in dismay."No! You don't understand! It's dark aura said it all! He want revenge! He'll kill every single one of us! Ms. Smith... please! You have to believe me. Please. I can prove it that it's true! Just come with me and-"
"NO, JUSTIN! It's only the first day of school and now you're acting like crazy! What is wrong with you? Why don't you be a good boy and study?" He looked defeated at me. "I'm leaving. Fix yourself together, boy." I left him there without even glancing at him.
What is wrong with him? He gives me shivers when he's making stories like that. I let out a sigh. I might call his parents to deal with him. I thought.
I sat restless at the teacher's lounge's sofa. Rubbing my temples because of an unexpected migraine. Ugh. I should've went to consult this to a doctor. It's been like this every single day of my life. I even wonder how I survive my days with this terrible migraine I need to deal with. I stopped and looked at the window across me. Is Justin saying the truth? Or he's just scaring me?
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"As I was saying... this is an art class. So, I'm going to pair up all of you. You have to make a painting describing what the world is now."
While I pair them up, I felt a strong cold breeze behind my back. I looked behind out of instincts and continued. Then, there's another cold breeze from behind. I looked at the windows to see if it's opened, but to my surprise... it isn't. A shiver slid down to my spine and I'm having goosebumps. My heartbeat is racing and pounding loud in my chest. What the heck? I shook my head, trying to calm myself down in nothing.
After a couple of minutes. A loud ringing sound hurt my ears, I immediately held my hands to cover my ears because of the sound. It hurts! It hurt so damn much! I opened my eyes to see my students scurried away from me. My head filled with confusion also... curiousity. Why can't they hear it? Why!? Another loud ringing sound that made me almost rip my ears off! I suddenly felt a warm liquid in both of my ears. I could smell blood. I realised that my ears and nose were bleeding too. Because of the unbearing pain, I dropped down to my knees. I opened my eyes again. There's no student in classroom, only a dark muscular figure with it's bared sharp teeth, long claws and red eyes. He returned me with a smirk. I feel like I'm about to faint, before the darkness consume me, it whispered.
"Ha ha ha ha. Feel hell. I'm back." It whispered. His voice is a mix of deep, raspy voice with monstrous tone. Then... I faint.
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A/N:Hey! It's my first time writing a horror story here on wattpad. So... I would be glad if someone discover my story.
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