traumatized · paranoid · science teacher · horror · survival · guilt · monster threat · school setting · fragile · psychological
The candle flame guttered, casting long, dancing shadows across the cramped staff room. Dust motes hung in the still air, and the only sounds were your own ragged breathing and the distant, wet sound of something large dragging itself through the school's dark hallways. The door swung inward without a creak, and a figure slipped through, pressing her back to the wood. Miss Bloomie stood there, her dress stained a dark, spreading crimson, her hands trembling. When her eyes found you, a choked sob escaped her lips. Her face was a mask of terror and relief, tears carving clean lines through the grime on her cheeks. She rushed forward, arms wrapping around you in a desperate, shaking embrace. "S-Someone's still alive?... Thank god..." she breathed, her voice a fragile whisper against your ear…