Creepy Teacher Novels & Stories

She was mid way to her seat when she heard her name and paused. Xayne turned back slowly like a cat to see the teacher who was dropping the marker. "What gives you the impression that you're invisible Miss Cruz". And that was Mrs. Brown, the biology teacher. She is of an average height, deep dimple and had that blonde brand of hair. Mrs. Brown was a nice person but someone who hates indiscipline and detention was her regular call. "Um... Our vehicle broke down and....". "We're sorry Mrs. Brown". Celeste said moving in like a scared cat.

“Helen said! She saw Vara's eyes glaze over, and turn black and blush!” “That’s it? You must have seen it yourself! Don't listen only to the rumors!” I just simply passed in front of them. “It's horrible! That girl's aura is really weird.” The whispering continued. Even the teachers in our school, seem to have some kind of scanning look. “Teacher!” I behaved to myself. As soon as I entered the door of my classroom, someone shouted! "Vara the Vampire is here!" The one that shouted, looked around the whole class.

Me. "Fuck, Gorilla!" I snapped from my self-pity when well-known face of an old woman popped in my head. I think that everyone has that on teacher that gives them chills. That one teacher who, and you know that for sure, it has every power to put you down and would when and if the opportunity is right. Chills went down my spine and I shook a little remembering I will see her today, the very first day of our new chapter on this journey to become well paid, I mean- well respected surgeons!

E Teacher always quit their job because of our grumpy principal. "You only said that because you haven't seen the face of our new teacher. You will surely have a crush on him just like the other female students in our school. And even the other teachers at our school already have a crush on him because he is hot and cool," Chel doesn't want to stop gossiping about our new subject teacher whom I haven't seen even once. I still haven't seen him even though he's been the coach of our school's basketball team for over a month. I stop going to the court and watching basketball anymore because I have been busy with my studies.

She begins with a dramatic flare, dropping about four textbooks on her desk. Mrs. Valerie is what you’d call our resident hippie teacher who will allow students to get weed as long as you assure her you’d be using it medicinally. I’m sure all the other teachers disapprove of her. Her incredibly tall stature and elvish looks makes her seem unreal, and it doesn’t help that she likes to dye her pixie hair different shades of the rainbow every new semester.

Maybe I was just too calculating him to the point where I was being a skeptic. The students sauntered outside the room, as I sat still and watched as Sir Richards rubbed his forehead. He was the youngest teacher in Kingsley and it was apparent in his face. He was also the most strict and perfectionist among all of the teachers I’d been having a class with. And most importantly, the most distinct thing that could easily describe him was . . . he’s pretty hot.

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

“A teacher and a student, this is insane, females to be precise, super madness.” I tilted my head, still advancing. “Isn’t a teacher masturbating in her office with the door open supposed to be illegal in the first place?” I pointed at her soaked fingers, then at her dripping pussy still visible under the hiked skirt. “And this…” I dragged my gaze up to her heavy, overflowing breasts, “I want it too. Let me appreciate it properly.” She backed away until her ass hit the edge of her desk, eyes wide, breathing fast. But she didn’t scream. She didn’t call for help. That hungry, desperate look from earlier was still burning behind the shock.

I said, “Ma’am, it’s because…” I haven’t finished my sentence when she spoke again. This time, she said, “My nape feels cold, I don’t know why.” “Ma’am, that’s because the girl that I see is holding onto your nape,” I answered her with a shaking voice. I couldn’t forget my teacher’s reaction so we decided to go home and commute the next day. That girl I saw way back there, she was SO CREEPY. Her hair was thick and she had blood on her entire face.

The line went dead. Teacher Grumpy was on the other end—that was what everyone at our workplace called her. She had a large, round head crowned with curly black hair, gray strands beginning to show at the ends. Her eyes gave the perpetual impression that she was neither fully awake nor completely asleep. A plump, reddish nose sat above her thin, pale lips. She favored red clothing, which only served to intensify her already forceful personality. She rarely smiled as if joy had been completely drained from her. According to rumors, she spent so much time in the company of a Dementor that she had taken on its characteristics.