They were eager to learn but Mrs. Robertson did not come to class at eight.
As the clock gobbled up the minutes, well past the hour, a sense that all was not well set in. Gripped by insecurity the pupils took solace in their textbooks. Reading kept them sane. Absorbing knowledge would quell the morbid hypotheses already forming in their minds.
At the back of the class a shadowy figure waited patiently. He looked forward to the chaos that would inevitably erupt. The ghost of Mrs. Robertson, also present, had faith in her pupils however.
She had prepared them well.
They would not succumb.
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