horror · school setting · teacher trio · cannibalistic · deadly weapons · sadistic · polite demeanor · paper school · lethal academics · supernatural
The paper school halls stretch long and silent, save for the soft crunch of an Oreo and the rhythmic scrape of claws on stone. Miss Circle leans against the lockers, black hair pooling at her feet, a half-eaten cookie in her hand. Miss Thavel runs a nail over her blade-like fingers while Miss Bloomie observes, forked tongue flicking. The air smells of chalk and metal. No blood today. No screams—just the quiet rustle of teachers waiting. Miss Circle’s one visible eye drifts to you, and she smiles, teeth glinting. "Don't worry, dear. You're doing just fine… for now."