Adult School Horror by Isabella Szymanski

I walked catiously up the steps and clutched the door knob belonging to the dark gray building.There were crows cawing frantically and an anonymous whistling in the distance. That should have been your first clue to getting the hell out of there.

Still in pure foolishness or just bravery, I turned the knob slowly and the rusty hinges followed so the stubborn door creaked open just a crack. I pushed the door and suddenly it slammed open. The wind howled through the trees. I had a bad feeling about this.

Despite common sense, I stepped inside to reveal a little class room waiting for me. No corridor. No hallway. No anything. Compared to how massive the building was, this room hardly fit ten people.
I discovered why the school looked so large right when I spotted the ceiling. It was four stories high and it lacked any windows. I would have payed more attention to this, but I was too preoccupied staring at this strange figure, arms folded at his lap, staring directly at me. My Adult School teacher.

He had a pallor face and was sickly slender. Slender in the way that he resembled a large snake. He rose from his seat and slithered towards the board. " Greetings ", he whispered in a small voice. " Take your seats, please. "

It was then that I realized there were no other students in the room. I was left alone with this strange man. I looked around the four desks. At first glance you would think it's budget problems. But that wasn't the problem here. I sat myself in the front row... the only row. I seated myself as close to the door as possible, in case I needed to make a run for it. Which I didn't mind at all. I'd rather be sprinting my way home than in this class.
"No," the withered man sniveled out. "Sit in your assigned seat.. " I stared questionably at the desk to my right. He nodded.

I was stationed so close I had to look up to see his head. I was reluctant to look up. He was so thin I could see the ribs prodding out of his shirt. I flinched, thinking they would poke my eye out. He forced a smile. " Welcome class. This is your first day of Adult School German."

German? Was that right? I didn't even take German. They don't even have German in Washington. I raised my hand to explain that he had made a terrible mistake. "Mr... " I trailed off, now knowing his name. Isn't it customary for teachers to introduce themselves on the first day of school? " I never took Ger-- " He gave me a silencing look and scolded me to wait until he was finished talking to the class. ...What class? There was no class. " But-- " He glared at me with small eyes. I stopped in my tracks, but it was too late.
He must have been outraged by my interruption, because suddenly he was gone. I scrutinized the room for him puzzledly. He really was gone.

There was only one door and no windows in this hell of a room. I would have at least heard him go.
Suddenly where he had gone made perfect sense to me. I heard the foot steps, I saw the man departing. Almost as if it had been planted in my head. Almost..

I wanted to leave. Right away. As soon as I was out of my chair and running for the door, I noticed that I was running for the door. The room seemed to have increasingly grown in size. " And where do you think you're going?" The snake hissed, opening it's jaws to reveal a set of fangs.