Bates Motel Teacher Novels & Stories

“She shares the same passion for teaching and administering in this university like me. Now do as I say …. ” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Bella’s POV “Aa- aaaaahhhhh ! You are crazy, babe !” I moaned through the mindlink after the teacher switched off the lights, drew the curtains over the windows and darkened the room to switch on the projector and show his presentation on Macroeconomics on the white board.

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp

Even I had stopped what I was doing to look at him. "Hello class, my name is Mr. Dalton Canes. I will be your new teacher for the rest of the year." His deep hard voice rang in my ears. I don't think I have ever been this attracted to anyone in my life. He flashed the class his smile and you could just smell the sex dripping in the room.

He said, menacingly, except it wasn't scaring me. I stomped up and down, and hummed. “Melissa Titus, an elementary school teacher, knocks off at 2pm every day, drives a Mercedes Benz. José Titus, seven years old, goes to the same school that Melissa is a teacher at. You guys are one, small, happy family. I'm wondering how you’d feel to go home to an empty house. Mmh, that’d be sad!” I concluded, clicking my tongue on the sides of my mouth.

But there's no one around. The house I'm stopped in front of looks like it's straight out of a Bates Motel movie. I saw it for the first time when Mom and I drove by a week ago. Even though it's old and abandoned it feels overwhelmingly inviting. Like I want to curl up on an imaginary porch swing and gaze at the sky. But there's something about it that makes me uneasy. Somehow it feels familiar, which is crazy since I've never even been to this town before, never mind anywhere near this house.

Totally unnecessary, if I was to be asked. "Where's my mum, doctor?" I buzzed, worried why she wasn't here with me by now. "She isn't here, but your principal is here though. Mr. Barker,we have some questions we would like to ask you. Are you up for it?" "Alright, doctor. It isn't like I do have a choice anyways." I said with a sneer. "So, how're you feeling all together?" "Splendid! I should be able to return home quickly."

“You’re of course expected to see to the King's needs, both among the people and in business but also in private. You will be taught to become all that he needs in one, slightly too curvy, package,” I dragged my fingers across my collarbone, a tick I had when I got nervous and my nerves jumbled. Mr Bates raised his cane and the bottom inches landed with the sound of a whip on my wrist. My hand was forced down with a throbbing pain and a red line where his cane had hit. He watched me like it was nothing, his eyes taking in my appearance and then he huffed a breath. “Let’s begin,” Mr Bates explained what I would learn and how, as well as what, we would start with. We began with history seeing

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."

She types in the internet code that is listed on the small brochure inside the room. Within minutes she is browsing many articles on the internet about the Sleepy Oak motel and all the disappearances and murders that happened here years ago. Clicking a news article from a local news website, she reads it quickly. It tells how Nate and Dave Matthews kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered nearly twenty women over a span of two decades. How they tried to kidnap a woman on Christmas Eve and tried to murder her husband and kids.

I told her. "Really? Won't you stay for a little more time?" She asked with her lips in a pout. I shook my head. "Okay Mr. Ronan. See you in school on Monday." With that, I headed out of the hotel. * It was Monday already. I drove into the school compound and parked my car in the parking lots for staff. When I got to the staffroom, I met just the physics teacher already seated. "Good morning." I greeted him as I made my way to my desk.