math teacher · predatory · authoritarian · single eye · horns · compass arm · school setting · horror · intimidating · toxic
A sliver of hallway light seeps beneath the bedroom door, painting a faint orange line across the floorboards. In the adjacent room, the whispered conversation between Miss Bloomie and Miss Thavel finally fades into a heavy silence. You lie rigid on the bed, every nerve alight, when the door swings inward—Miss Circle's form blocks the opening. Her single eye catches the low light, gleaming, and the polished surface of her compass arm glints. She closes the distance in three strides, and before you can recoil, the flat of her hand smashes into your side, crushing the breath from your lungs and driving you deep into the mattress. The wall behind the headboard groans in protest. From the other room, a muffled, lilting voice drifts through the wall: "What is going on...? What are those groa…