My teacher used to stare at me during class. I think she wasn’t human. - Reddit Horror Stories

My teacher used to stare at me during class. I think she wasn’t human. - Reddit Horror Stories

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
My teacher used to stare at me during class. I
think she wasn't human. I'm seventeen now. This happened two
years ago, when I was still in high school. I
haven't talked about it with anyone except my cousin, and
even he told me I should let it go, but
I can't. I need to get it out. I went
to a public high school in a small town in
northern Mexico. Not much happens there, just dusty roads, a

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park with broken swings, and one ox so that everyone
hangs out at That year, we had a new literature teacher.
Her name was meister Graschiela. She was weird. She looked
like she was in her forties, but it was hard
to tell. Her face didn't have any expression, no smiles,
no frowns. She always wore the same long, dark dress

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with sleeves that covered her wrists, even when it was hot.
And she never blinked. That's not an exaggeration. I swear
to God. She would go entire classes without blinking. At first,
we joked that she was a vampire or a robot,
typical teenager stuff. But then I started noticing things that
made me stop laughing. She always entered the classroom exactly

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at eight am, not a second early or late. Her
footsteps echoed strangely, like she was wearing heels. But she
wasn't just old leather shoes. She didn't carry a bag,
no phone, no books, nothing. She just stood in front
of the class and talked. Her voice was calm, almost hypnotic.

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She never raised it, but when she asked questions, you
felt this weird pressure to answer, like if you didn't,
something bad would happen. Then she started staring at me.
At first I thought I was imagining it, But every
class I'd catch her looking at me, not just glancing, staring,

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eyes wide, unblinking, like she was studying me. I tried
switching seats, didn't matter. Her eyes would find me. One
time I raised my hand to answer a question, her
mouth curled slightly like she was amused. You already know
the answer, don't you, she said. It wasn't a compliment,
it felt like a threat. After that, weird things started happening.

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I'd dream of her standing in my room, watching me sleep.
In the dreams, her dress moved like it was under water.
One morning I woke up with a scratch on my chest,
deep and fresh no explanation. Another day, I opened my
backpack at school and found a page torn out of
one of her old literature books. Except I never took it,

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and the words weren't in Spanish or English. They looked ancient.
I asked my cousin to help me find out more.
He's into creepy stuff, urban legends, occult stuff. We started digging.
Turns out there was a Graciela r Who used to
teach in that same classroom in the nineteen eighties. She

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went missing. They never found her body. The only thing
left behind was her dress and a leather shoe. I
showed my cousin her old staff photo. My hands shook.
It was her same face, same eyes. She had an
aged a day. The next time I was in her class.
She stood behind me the entire lesson, never said a word.

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I could feel her breath on the back of my neck,
but no one else said anything. After class, she called
me to her desk. You know too much, she whispered.
But you're still young, you still belong to time. Then
she touched my arm. It burned like ice. I ran out,

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told the school counselor I was sick. I skipped her
class for a week. The next monday, she was gone.
The principal said she resigned suddenly. No one saw her leave.
They brought in a substitute. I checked the staff directory again.
No mention of meister Graciela, no photo, no record of

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her ever being hired. I still have the page that
was in my backpack. I won't post a photo of
it because I'm afraid of what happens if someone else
reads it. But every now and then I hear her
voice in my dreams. Calm, hypnotic. You still belong to time,
but not for long. I don't know what she was,

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but I don't think she was ever alive,