Miss Moore had only been working as an elementary school science teacher for a little over a year before everything came to an end. The children loved her; they loved her dazzling smile, her beautiful voice that could make the morning birds sing in its awe, and they adored when she would come in every Tuesday with a box of cupcakes for the whole class.
One Tuesday morning before school, Miss Moore came in early like she always had, coffee and papers in one hand and a box of cupcakes in the other. As she rested her things on her desk and sat down she discovered she had received a note. Picking up the tiny piece of paper she noticed it seemed to be written in what looked to be dried blood, it read, "I see you for wat you reely ar." Squinting at the note, Miss Moore shook her head. She crumpled the disturbing note and threw it in the garbage.
"This is probably one of the English teacher's silly little pranks again." She said in disgust, "Always trying to frighten me, WELL I'VE HAD ENOU-" Cutting her off before she could finish, the classroom door slammed. Nearly jumping out of her seat, she knocked over her coffee soaking all of the papers on her desk.
With a migraine forming she mumbled, "Oh fiddlesticks.."
As she looked for a spare napkin to clean the mess she heard giggling coming from the hall. Checking her watch she thought, "It's only 6:45. None of the children should be here yet." Without even realizing, she pursed her lips. "And why would they try to scare me on Cupcake Tuesday?"
Bewildered Miss Moore stood and decided to investigate this foolishness. Walking out into the hall there was no one, she looked in both directions but there was not a single soul in sight. Relief washed over her as she let out a long breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.
Thinking her imagination was getting the best of her, she told herself it was probably just the wind from an open window. Just then in the corner of her eye she saw what looked like to be a child running around a corner, Turning her head in that direction, she moved to follow the child.
In her best teacher voice she called, "No running in the halls!"
Picking up her pace her blonde hair bounced ferociously around her shoulders. She had made it to the end of the hall but didn't see any children. She looked in every direction but saw nothing more than tiny lockers and a dark hallway.
With fear slowly creeping Its way in she asked in a shaky breath, "H..Hello? is someone there?"
A childish whisper came from behind, "Over here Miss Moore." Miss Moore whipped around and saw a young boy peeking out of a classroom at the end of the hall. The boy giggled and ran into the room.
"Hey!" she shouted.
Jogging to the classroom, she heard more giggles. Convinced now more then ever it was one of her students playing a prank on her, she entered the room as professionally as she could, not showing the child he had gotten under her skin. Crossing the threshold, a chill went down her spine. It spread all over her body raising each hair to stand straight. The door slammed shut.
"Miss Moore." The voice whispered.
Swinging herself around she looked hard at the chalkboard at the back of the room, written on the board in what looked like to be children's handwriting. It spelled out, "Its yor falt." Now feeling nothing but raw fear Miss Moore tried to run out of the classroom but the door may as well been painted on the wall, it refused to budge even in the slightest. There was no point shouting for help, school didn't start for another two hours, and nobody else would be here this early.
Fed up with playing games with this child she turned around and screamed, "LET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT YOUNG MAN!" stomping her foot on the ground, But there was no reply, all she could hear was the ringing in her own ears.
Her rage flaring she demanded, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? SHOW YOURSELF! AND OPEN THIS DOOR! THAT'S AN-"
Cutting her off mid sentence was an ear piercing scream, the scream rang through her head as if someone had taken their nails and dragged them against the chalkboard of her mind. Her nose bleeding she collapsed to the floor shaking, holding her palms tightly against her ears. As she looked up Miss Moore was in complete fear, her eyes widened as she saw a huge black mass of pure darkness form not even five feet away from where she laid. The mass moved closer. Miss More found herself lifted off the ground suddenly, presumably by the darkness, and she dangled like a useless rag doll. While she hung there, she felt her neck being squeezed tightly.
Trying to gasp for air she could feel Its hatred, Its anger, the evil was so overpowering It's darkness engulfed every fiber of her being, swallowing her whole. Tears had begun to fall down her face as she struggled to break free from the shadowy grasp.
"You science teachers only hurt me! what did I ever do to you? I'm a good boy!"
The voice sounded like a small boy having a tantrum, but all she could see was a blob of pure darkness. The grip grew tighter as it spoke. Feeling the bones in her neck cracking under the pressure, she managed an inaudible noise.
The darkness now formed into a small child, his eyes were lifeless and his skin was white as snow. His throat had deep purple bruises all around it. She tried to gasp and free herself, but the grip around her own neck only tightened.
The boy screamed, "I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU!"
At that exact moment Miss Moore was thrown at the window at an incredible speed shattering the window completely as she went through it, she began to fall from the third floor science room. The last thing Miss Moore ever saw was a small boy standing by the window, smiling down at her.
Later that same morning, making their way towards the building a few teachers found her body crumpled and broken on the ground, in complete shock and disbelief of what their eyes had witnessed they frantically dialed 911.
It didn't take long for the police and ambulance to arrive, but Miss Moore was pronounced dead at the scene. About a half hour later news reporters surrounded the parking lot like a mass of worker bees all swarming around in desperate search of pollen. A young Korean woman was quickest to have her cameras rolling, itching to be the first to report such grave news to the world.
Putting on her best poker face, she spoke in a robotic tone, "Tragedy has struck the hearts of faculty and students here at Hawthorne Elementary school. This morning, the body of Elizabeth Moore was discovered, covered in blood on the sidewalk. Police have yet to report on the details, however it is known that the teacher had been working at the school for only a year. She will be dearly missed by her colleagues and the students, who all adored her. It is sad news indeed for a school that is only beginning to recover from the death of a young student, exactly a year ago. First grader, Thomas Rowling, was found dead in the school's basement. Mr Greyson, the school's science teacher for 25 years, was recently found guilty of raping and strangling the student to death. He has been sentenced to death by lethal injection. But now, as we all wait to find out what happened here, we are left pondering. Was this a tragic accident, or another cold blooded murder? I'm Su-Jin Ryuk, action news."