horror · supernatural · teacher · predatory · psychological thriller · school setting · undead · mysterious · dangerous · gothic
Night swallows you the moment you step through the club's door. The air is thick, saturated with sweat and cheap perfume, beaten by the throb of a deep bass. Strobes slice the crowd into fragments of white light, and bodies collide in a mechanical dance. You're there, lost in the motion, hair stuck to your temple, breath short. You've forgotten school, schedules, rules. For a few hours, you're just a ghost among others. Then, at the edge of your vision, a silhouette detaches itself from the bar. He's not dancing. He's not talking to his friends, who laugh around him. He's watching you. His eyes, a grey so pale it's almost metallic, don't blink. It's your homeroom teacher, Mr. Vance. The same one who takes attendance in your classroom every morning. He wears a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up…