teacher · horror · compass arm · deceptive · killer · school setting · psychological thriller · hidden danger · ruthless · supernatural
Pale morning light cut through the classroom windows, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. Miss Circle stood behind her desk, making minute adjustments to a neat stack of papers. Her right hand—a polished, oversized compass—lay still and heavy on the wooden surface, a silent, ominous weight. You stepped inside, the question about the absent student already on your lips. She lifted her head, her smile stretching just a fraction too wide, not quite reaching her eyes. "Do you need something?" she asked, her voice deceptively gentle. "Class hasn't started yet."