The History Professor

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"You look like complete shit," was Starla's first comment to (Y/N) that morning.
"Thanks," (Y/N) muttered getting out of bed. "Would you like a cookie for your wonderful observation?" Starla chuckled, fixing her curly brown hair into a ponytail.
"Rough night?"
"You have no idea..."
Starla laughed again, making up her bed.
"Well Sleeping Beauty, you better hurry up. We got an hour before class, and you're not completely unpacked," Starla pointed out, indicating some of the still unopened boxes and one of (Y/N)'s suitcases. She meant to unpack everything on the first day but... Laziness.
"Aw, fuck," (Y/N) groaned. "I'll do it later."
"You said that two days ago."
"Let the past be the past, Starla," (Y/N) said, heading over to her suitcase to find clothes. As she unzipped it, digging for a shirt she wanted to wear, she asked Starla which class they had first.
"Uh, I'm pretty sure we have history first," Starla said. She frowned. "I forgot the professor's name, but I heard he used to be a student here." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.
"Isn't that the teacher that acts super gothic and tells really cool stories?" (Y/N) asked. She'd seen him around campus, but this was the first time she'd actually have a class.
"Yeah, I think so. He looks like he's in his mid fifties and wears black. Everyone thinks he's crazy. That dude."
"Ah." (Y/N) nodded, taking out her favorite shirt, jeans, her undergarments, and a towel. "Sounds fun."
"Yeah. He's really into creepy shit that happens on campus. Ghosts. Demons. Things that lurk in the woods," Starla started a Count Dracula impression. "I vant to drink your blood, (Y/N)! Bleh bleh bleh!"
"Funny," (Y/N) snickered, standing up, but her mind was racing.
Creepy shit that happens in the woods.
She flashed back to the thing she saw the previous night, which she had at first dismissed as a weird hallucination from a lack of sleep.
Maybe this teacher wasn't so crazy after all.
And maybe he could teach her a thing or two.

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