If only if it weren't the weekend.
This would've already ended.
During the weekday - one of the teachers at our school in the nearby school was reported dead inside of a janitor's closet.
We got a new substitute, one bald with one strand of brown hair coming out of it - i thought it was a bit strange, but everyone else seemed to like him.
The Teacher would teach us, day after day - him seemingly becoming stranger and stranger? For some reason, eventually - when he began giving us printed papers - certain numbers would be jumbled and converse into eachother.
When people mentioned it - our teacher would act like their lying, although it clearly being seen.
Eventually, 2 weeks after the death of our teacher - someone else had died in the school building.
However - not a teacher.. It was a student, found in the hallways.
They had bruises all over them - them being rectangular, as the teacher would begin to get stranger and stranger - his equations getting harder and harder, till eventually..
I came to school.
Nobody was there, except our teacher near two doors - waving at me.
