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🗓️ 13 September 2024
⏱️ 67 minutes
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0:00.0 | It was out for her daily walk. She would typically go the same route. |
0:05.0 | She would typically go the same route every day, being somewhat of a creature of habit, |
0:12.0 | but today, for whatever reason, she decided to go a different way. |
0:17.0 | The road took her along the edge of the Freetown State Forest, the bright orange and red leaves reflecting brilliantly in the setting sunlight. |
0:25.7 | She found herself beginning to daydream when she spotted something that caught her attention. |
0:30.8 | There was a little white schoolhouse on the edge of the woods. |
0:34.0 | Susan was a teacher herself, so her interest was peaked. |
0:39.0 | She approached the building that looked like it was probably built sometime in the 19th century and stopped to |
0:44.1 | admire its simplistic charm. The sign next to the front door read Hornbine School |
0:49.5 | and Susan decided she wanted to see what was inside. |
0:54.0 | There were no cars parked in the area, so she assumed the building was vacant |
0:58.1 | and went to the side to peer through one of the windows. |
1:01.4 | To her surprise, the classroom was filled with children. the the 1800s. Someone excited and assuming it was some sort of reenactment, Susan went around to the front |
1:16.4 | of the building to see if she could go inside and watch. She grabbed the door handle, |
1:22.2 | but found that the door was locked. |
1:25.0 | Stumped, Susan looked around. |
1:27.6 | The building really did feel like it was closed. |
1:30.4 | So she walked back around to look through the window again to verify that she wasn't losing her mind. |
1:35.0 | She looked through the glass and again saw a class full of kids and a teacher at the head of the room. |
1:42.0 | Except this time, the teacher was staring. and a teacher at the head of the room. |
1:42.5 | Except this time, the teacher was staring right at Susan. |
1:47.4 | It was an ice-cold glare that felt like it was boring holes directly into her soul. |
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