All Chapters of My professor, my stalker: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Someone is watching me.Again.I sigh quietly at my own paranoia.This is what happens when you watch too many horror TikToks before bed. Suddenly every creaking floorboard becomes a ghost and every shadow turns into a lurking spirit waiting to drag you into the darkness.Still…The feeling won’t go away.I glance toward the closed bathroom door. Behind it stretches the narrow hallway that leads to my bedroom. The light there has been broken for months. No matter who my sister calls to fix it, the stupid thing refuses to work.Which means that every time I walk through that corridor at night, I have to do it in complete darkness unless I bring my phone, which I often forget.It’s the perfect setting for a horror movie.I’m convinced there’s a ghost living in that hallway. Some angry little spirit that watches me whenever I pass by. I can almost feel it glaring at me now.Behind me, the bathroom window stands open to let the steam escape. Cool night air drifts inside, brushing over my

Tessa sighs, like this whole drama is the worst inconvenience in the world. “Fine. Dead. Buried. He doesn’t exist. He probably has a small dick anyway.”Delilah narrows her eyes at us, her gaze landing squarely on Sam. “That includes you.”Sam raises his hands in surrender. “The man is dead to me,” he says solemnly, though the corner of his mouth twitches.Delilah finally exhales, visibly relaxing.“I can still look, though,” Sam adds mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows. His giggle soon escalates into full-blown laughter as Delilah lunges at him with a warning smack.We stroll past the criminology classroom, its door slightly ajar. Inside, Nick and Mr. Gorgeous are still talking. Mr. Gorgeous just opened his laptop on the desk, tilting it slightly toward the sunlight streaming through the blinds, away from Nick.Nick glances over his shoulder at us, probably aware of all the eyes on him. His gaze lands on me first, just for a moment, before snapping to Delilah with a sharp death star

He clicks on a button of his laptop and the grading rubric appears on the board.“You’ll start with the case summary,” Mr. Madden says. “The victims, the location and time frames of the murders, key characteristics of the offender’s behavior, and the known details about the social and economic environment of Whitechapel in 1888.”Another quiet click echoes through the classroom.Nobody speaks. The room is unnervingly silent, filled only with the soft hum of the digital board and the deep, controlled voice of Mr. Gorgeous' voice.I mean Mr. Madden, of course. “This section should be objective and fact-based. Give me all the information I need to understand the case in five hundred words or less.” His voice sharpens slightly. “Know how to summarize. Know what information is important. Know the difference between facts and opinions. Give me the key details.”My mind is already racing.Ideas form almost instantly. Timelines. Locations. Victim profiles. I’m already mentally structuring th

The entire day, I feel watched. A presence follows me. It’s like the ghost of my house is right here, looking at me constantly.There is a presence. Persistent. Lingering.“I did have a strange thought yesterday,” Sam says suddenly as we walk toward our lockers. His voice pulls me from the spiral in my head. “What’s that?” I sigh, rubbing tired fingers over my eyes. Tessa links her arm through mine and leans into my shoulder, yawning dramatically. “I swear if classes get any earlier, I’m going to simply pass away,” she mutters. I sag gratefully against her warmth.“I was missing university,” Sam continues with theatrical seriousness. We all stare at him. “Truly,” he insists, placing a dramatic hand over his heart as we reach the lockers. “I was excited to come back here.”His locker slams open with a metallic bang. “How wrong was I?” he groans. “Me, missing lessons? Who was I kidding?”Delilah snorts, leaning against the lockers beside him. “I did tell you that you were going to miss