My Teacher is a Real Monster!

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I always knew there was something off about my teacher. She had a way of staring at us, like she was trying to peer into our souls. Her eyes were cold, and her smile never reached them.


But I never would have guessed the truth. My teacher is a monster.


It started with small things. She would make us stay after school for hours, punishing us for minor mistakes. But then it got worse. She would grab us by the arm, leaving bruises, and tell us that we were worthless. That we would never be anything in life.


One day, I saw something that I couldn't explain. I was walking past her classroom when I heard a strange noise. I peeked through the window and saw her standing over a student, her eyes glowing with a strange light. The student was shaking, and I could hear his bones snapping. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.


I ran to the principal's office, but when we got back to the classroom, everything was normal. The student was fine, and my teacher was teaching as if nothing had happened. The principal scolded me, telling me not to make up stories.


But I knew what I saw. I knew that my teacher was a monster. I tried to tell my friends, but they laughed at me. They thought I was making it up, just trying to get attention.


I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was going crazy, like no one would believe me. But then, it happened to me.


I stayed after school to finish a project, and my teacher came into the room. She started talking to me, telling me how useless I was. But then, she changed. Her face twisted into a snarl, and her eyes glowed with that same strange light.


I felt a sharp pain in my arm, and I realized she was biting me. She was biting me like an animal. I screamed and tried to push her away, but she was too strong.


When I woke up, I was in the hospital. The doctors told me that I had been attacked by an animal, but I knew the truth. My teacher was a monster, and she had attacked me.


But no one will believe me. They think I'm crazy, that I made it up. But I know what I saw. I know that my teacher is a monster, and she's still out there, waiting to strike again.

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