Extend the Story - Add a Room

You don't know why, but the next thing you know, you're sobbing, racing for the door, but without warning, your legs buckle beneath you and you tumble..Face first into the door. You cry in anguish.

"Get up you imbecile! Touch that doorhandle, and that pain will be about 2 percent of what you will be feeling!" He yells. The rest of the children gasp in horror.

"Now, would anybody else like to leave this classroom?"

They quickly shake their heads as if possessed by his hypnotic, psychopathic eyes, with eyes, wide open, as if looking into your soul.

Perhaps he was.

He was the kind that would sneak into your bedroom at night..Watching. Waiting..Until it was time to leave, perhaps he would leave you with a knife in your neck.

Or your ass and dick hanging out...Throbbing.


Perhaps he would calculate how long you would last, with 350mls of Demerol Morphine injected into your system...


...Or perhaps he would offer you candy, in exchange for a heartwelcoming gift of hopping into his van...


Whatever he was. He was NOT a Teacher. This also explains why he had voted for the school to do Sex Ed...And even told the class his size...OH SHIT!

Quickly plot an escape.