StoryTime: A creepy thing my substitute teacher did

Okay so I’m not the prettiest lady, at least by most standards, so I didn’t think anything of it. This substitute came in, was kinda quiet, just got the class started, like any normal day while our teacher was out. You know, the usual ‘handout assignments that we can already do’. And this was in middle school, when I was a pretty innocent bean.

Anyway, I first noticed something when this man kept leaning over my shoulder, and at some point placed his hand on my shoulder. I thought it was to look at my work. It’s funny, because I was usually pretty good about doing things in class, and if a teacher had a suspicion that I wasn’t getting any work done, it was my first instinct to stop writing on it so they can see what I had accomplished. So when I put my pencil down and looked up at the guy, he looked pretty uncomfortable and backed away pretty fast.

So time passed and I kept wrinkling my nose at the weird interaction. The other classmates at my desk group kept looking up at me with what looked to be a little like confusion, so I assume they didn’t know as well. But then, after a while, I think people began to realize, because half of the class was watching him.

It was at this point that I realized he was making certain laps around the classroom that would allow him to look behind girls. Sometimes he would stand their and study them, sometimes he would even place his hands on their shoulders or arms. It was very apparent that the girls knew, but were too afraid of accusing a superior, no less a man who could be dangerous or something.

And this is why I will always admire the people I went to school with. Noble people. The boys, having noticed this really really weird sight, began to ask questions. Just like question upon question. “Sir, how does this work?” “Sir, I don’t I understand this question.” “Sir, can you help me with this?” “Sir, what’s your favorite color?” “Sir, where do babies come from?” I mean they asked as many questions as they could muster, and ones that would often require him to walk over to them, or at least require a long winded answer. It kept him busy until the class ended, in which every girl hustled out of the room, and the boys followed behind. Awesome kids, I will never forget them.

Following day, the boys encourage us to tell our regular teacher what happened. She was an awesome teacher, by far one of my favorites in my school years, and so it was easy to tell her. She was such a motherly person, and felt awful that she had left us with a person like that, and hugged each one of us in turn. We assured her that it wasn’t her fault, but needless to say, she was pissed as well. Thank god that sub wasn’t in the building or shit would have it the fan real fast.

Anyway, our regular teacher, with a few steaming words, reported the sub to the school. I’m not exactly sure what happened from there. I don’t think much, much to my teachers dismay and anger, but I don’t think I ever saw that sub at my school again. And my teacher, I don’t think, took another day off for the rest of that year.

I really hope it wasn’t just young us’s getting the wrong idea, we could have ruined that man’s life otherwise. But it was clear that everyone in the room besides him was getting increasingly more uncomfortable, so I feel like only something pretty blatant could set off the whole class.

Either way, that’s my weird creepy substitute story.