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🌸🥰 _______________________________ Tanya had been attending the same school for years. She knew every hallway, every staircase, every classroom. So when she saw Room 213 for the first time, she knew something was wrong. Because Room 213 had never existed before. The Wrong Teacher The door was slightly open. Inside, she could hear the murmurs of a lesson in progress. But when she peeked inside, the students—her classmates—sat eerily still. Their faces were pale, their eyes fixed on the teacher at the board. Tanya’s stomach twisted. Because the teacher wasn’t one of theirs. The woman at the front of the class was tall, dressed in old-fashioned clothing. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, her fingers long and bony. And when she turned toward Tanya— Her face was blurred. Tanya stumbled back. The teacher tilted her head. Then spoke.
🌸🥰 _______________________________ Tanya had been attending the same school for years. She knew every hallway, every staircase, every classroom. So when she saw Room 213 for the first time, she knew something was wrong. Because Room 213 had never existed before. The Wrong Teacher The door was slightly open. Inside, she could hear the murmurs of a lesson in progress. But when she peeked inside, the students—her classmates—sat eerily still. Their faces were pale, their eyes fixed on the teacher at the board. Tanya’s stomach twisted. Because the teacher wasn’t one of theirs. The woman at the front of the class was tall, dressed in old-fashioned clothing. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, her fingers long and bony. And when she turned toward Tanya— Her face was blurred. Tanya stumbled back. The teacher tilted her head. Then spoke. "Come in, Tanya." Her voice was wrong. Echoing. As if multiple voices spoke at once. Tanya’s heart pounded. She turned—ready to run— But the door slammed shut behind her. The Lesson That Never Ends Tanya stood frozen. Her classmates didn’t react. They didn’t even blink. The teacher smiled—a stretched, unnatural smile. "Take your seat." Tanya hesitated. Then, with no other choice, she stepped forward. An empty desk waited for her in the back. As she sat down, a single sheet of paper slid onto her desk. She looked down. An exam. But the questions made no sense. "What year did you disappear?" "Who still remembers you?" "What will you do when they forget?" Tanya’s breath hitched. She looked up— And realized the students were all staring at her now. Their eyes—dark, empty—fixed on her. The teacher’s voice was soft. "Finish the test, Tanya." Her fingers trembled. She picked up the pencil. The Last Question One question remained. "Do you want to stay?" Tanya’s hands were shaking. The air in the room grew heavier. The walls felt closer. She glanced at her classmates. None of them moved. None of them breathed. Her pulse pounded in her ears. And then— She wrote one word. "No." The lights flickered. The teacher sighed. "You shouldn’t have answered." The walls twisted. The students smiled. And then— Everything went dark. The Forgotten Name When Tanya opened her eyes, she was in the hallway. The school was loud, bustling. Normal. She turned to look at Room 213. But— It wasn’t there. Just a blank wall. Students passed by without a second glance. Tanya’s head spun. Had it… never existed? She reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing against something. A folded piece of paper. She opened it with shaking hands. One last question. "Who will remember you?" Masha never liked school photos. Every year, when the yearbooks came out, she barely glanced at hers. But this time, something felt off. Her best friend, Katya, was flipping through the pages when she suddenly froze. "Wait… who is this?" Masha leaned in. A girl sat among their classmates in the group photo. Dark hair, pale skin, an empty expression. Masha frowned. "I… don’t know." But the girl was right there. Between them. Like she had always been there. Like she belonged. A Name No One Remembers The next day, Masha showed the picture to other classmates. "Who is this?" They all hesitated. Frowned. Some muttered, "She looks familiar," but no one could say her name. No one remembered her speaking. Laughing. Being in class. Yet, there she was. Clear as day. As if she had always been part of their group. Katya whispered, "What if she wasn’t?" "What if she’s not supposed to be there?" Masha didn’t answer. Because deep inside, she already knew. The Empty Desk That evening, she found an old class seating chart. She traced her fingers over the names— Until she saw it. A space without a name. Just an empty desk. Had it always been empty? Or had someone been erased? The thought made her skin crawl. And then her phone buzzed. A new message. From an unknown number. "You found me." Masha’s breath caught. The photo on her screen— It was the yearbook page. But now— The girl was looking directly at her. Smiling.
Must’ve been a heavy one 🤣🍻 (🎥: CONTENTbible)
Must’ve been a heavy one 🤣🍻 (🎥: CONTENTbible)

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