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The screen went black. In the reflection of the monitor, I could see the silhouette of a tall man standing in the corner of my room, holding a piece of chalk. I haven't looked back since.

On screen, Mr. Aris reached out a hand, his fingers stretching toward the lens until they seemed to press against the glass of my monitor. FavoriteTeacher8mp4

"Good evening, class," he whispered. The audio was crisp, unnervingly clear against the grainy visual. "I’m so glad you stayed late for the extra credit." The screen went black

Mr. Aris stopped writing. He didn't turn around. "Do you have the answer, Leo?" On screen, Mr

The boy didn't move. The camera zoomed in on the back of his head. I noticed a small flickering at the edge of the screen—a digital artifact that looked like a barcode.

I reached for the mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The speakers began to hum with a low-frequency vibration that made my teeth ache.