Creepy Teacher Novels & Stories

Closes his eyes and snores so loud we aren't sure how Mrs Clamington has heard him. As the principal you'd think she'd be onto it. This teacher though it is a little Strange. Miss Alice is her name but we haven't had her before. She introduced herself as the sub for our usual teacher, Mrs Claminton was with her but, I don't know it seems odd. Shaking my head, I'm probably overthinking it like I do most of the time. Fourth period is my favourite. Call me a sucker for bad romance and ancient supernatural creatures and you know me in a nutshell. Anything romantic even hopelessly romantic and ancient and I'm all ears.

I was about to close the door but the man glanced at me. “Mr. Connor Murray?” I mentioned his complete name stupefied. I managed to pull the swinging door back closing it. My hands were trembling and my knees were shaking. That wasn’t a ghost but it was the scariest thing I ever witnessed and at the same time disgusting. They were having sex inside the school’s comfort room, a female comfort room to be exact. Sex between a student and a teacher, our Fluid Mechanics teacher. A teacher who has a wife and two beautiful angels. Utterly disgusting.

One day, she vows to step on Tom at her feet, changing the fundamental rule at Scott Hall. From the beginning of the corridor, the shadow of the young teacher rushed toward class E. Her hands were lying on the flap of her shirt, still wet, two black spiders were ripping up her hair, and her round face grayed off. She tried to make an extremely reluctant smile when she met her students until she almost fainted on the spot when saw the situation inside the classroom.

Daisy had a friend with ombre dreadlocks, someone I thought looked fabulous—I realize the dead body is hers! "And her family?" The other teacher asks in a soft voice. It's our art teacher who asked that question. Her name is Mrs. Phyllis. She is a sweet little thing with glasses too big for her face, strange-looking clothes, and way too many accessories everywhere. Even her blonde hair spikes up from everywhere, making her look crazy.

They are clearly made for a female wolf student with the shorts just barely clinging to my hips, thanks to the rope. I approach the loudly chatting group and they immediately grow silent, cold eyes moving to me and assessing me without a shred of discretion while I can hear the words ‘human’ from their lips. Maybe it’s a werewolf thing, pretending that the person you’re talking about isn’t in the room. The doors fling open and the teacher finally walks in. She’s a tall well-built woman, seeming to be in her mid-forties with a glare plastered on her face. She blows a whistle and the room immediately grows silent.

At school, Robert sat in a seat that was excessively little for his six-foot outline, figuring there ought to be a regulation against having a youthful hot educator. His khaki pants' crotch was getting too tight. In preparation for class, his history teacher, Mrs. Balmain Hannah, was writing on the board. Along with the squeaking marker, her incredible butt was wriggling in time. He got lost in his daily fantasies and began stripping his teacher. While his classmates watched,

She hissed, gasping when the slimy teacher held her waist and began slowly grinding his boner on her ass. "Isn't it obvious?" He asked, licking the corner of her ears. "I am willing to give you those photos, Sloane, I'll turn a blind eye, like I never saw that. But I'll do that only if we can come to some sort of... Agreement." Sloane cussed, feeling her skirt rise higher. It was disgusting, being groped by her daughter's teacher, but even more appalling that her body was responding. "If I do whatever sick fantasy you have up there, you'll hand me the pictures and the original copy of them. Got it?!"

A person older than her, her mind reminded; A teacher. Realization dawned on her as she walked down the stairs to Reid's desk. She had sexually touched a teacher. Dreamed naughty things about his lips on hers, his fingers dancing on her skin. His big intimidating manhood in her. Maya brought her thighs together as her arousal made itself known.

Absent-mindedly, Eurie sat at her seat – second from the last row – listening idly and obviously not comprehending the things their adviser was telling them. At least, it was not only Eurie but the whole class. The bald adviser was an old, gay English teacher. He looked clumsy and fragile but actually a tennis monster inside the court. The kind of teacher who brought frilled fans even though the classroom was air-conditioned; just to complete the outfit of the day. His slow and regal way of talking made his class boring – to the point that some got into sleep while in his class.

She walked in front of the classroom grasping every attention of every student, except for one, Hailey, who was staring at me from the back of the class, I snapped back to reality as when I felt a prickling sensation on my neck and I looked back, she was glaring at me. The new teacher started to introduce herself, she spoke in such a fluid, and girly manner, “Greetings, everyone, I’m your new English teacher, my name is Grace Hemmings, 25 years old you can call me Ms. Hemmings.” she smiled arousing every boy in the classroom.