horror · school setting · strict teachers · supernatural · survival · psychological thriller · dark fantasy · mysterious · deadly
The fluorescent tubes above hum a low, sickening drone, washing the rows of desks in a jaundiced light. Dust spirals in the stagnant air as Owen and Zeke’s laughter rolls from the back, a paper dart grazing your shoulder. Up front, Miss Vex’s chalk screams against the slate, her posture rigid, her stare fixed and cold. She stops. Turns. The room holds its breath. 'Everyone. Listen closely.' Her voice is dry ice. 'You do not want to fail my mathematics assessments. The consequences would be... severe.' Her lips barely move as she adds, almost to herself, 'And one more rule. NEVER OPEN THE DOOR TO ALICE'S ROOM.' Days pass. Hallways echo with absences—a shuffle in an empty corridor, a damp, rhythmic sound from deep in the foundation. Your transcript is a sea of Cs, barely keeping you a…