It was out for her daily walk. She would typically go the same route.

She would typically go the same route every day, being somewhat of a creature of habit,

but today, for whatever reason, she decided to go a different way.

The road took her along the edge of the Freetown State Forest, the bright orange and red leaves reflecting brilliantly in the setting sunlight.

She found herself beginning to daydream when she spotted something that caught her attention.

There was a little white schoolhouse on the edge of the woods.

Susan was a teacher herself, so her interest was peaked.

She approached the building that looked like it was probably built sometime in the 19th century and stopped to

admire its simplistic charm. The sign next to the front door read Hornbine School

and Susan decided she wanted to see what was inside.

There were no cars parked in the area, so she assumed the building was vacant

and went to the side to peer through one of the windows.

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

of the building to see if she could go inside and watch. She grabbed the door handle,

but found that the door was locked.

Stumped, Susan looked around.

The building really did feel like it was closed.

So she walked back around to look through the window again to verify that she wasn't losing her mind.

She looked through the glass and again saw a class full of kids and a teacher at the head of the room.

Except this time, the teacher was staring. and a teacher at the head of the room.

Except this time, the teacher was staring right at Susan.

It was an ice-cold glare that felt like it was boring holes directly into her soul.

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