Burned

I was just an ordinary teacher at an ordinary high school. In my first year, there was a girl named Yuna. She had a tight-knit group of girlfriends; they used to be so close. But a few months later, Yuna started coming to my office in tears. She told me those same girls were bullying her—threatening her, beating her, humiliating her, and making fun of how skinny she was and how her eyes looked.

I didn't care. After all, they were friends; I figured it was just a silly fight. Besides, they were just kids, right? Kids do these things.

Exactly two weeks later, I got the news that Yuna had gone missing. No one knew if she ran away or got lost. But the security cameras last spotted her walking into a nearby forest. Six days after that, news broke that the forest was on fire.

Only three hours after the forest fire, the news of deaths started rolling in, one after another. The girls who bullied Yuna, their families, and the other teachers at school who had ignored her... all dead. Since that day, my windows are being kicked, and someone is trying to force my door open. I know she is here. I am too petrified to leave.

On the internet, I read the rumors about her. They say she has pitch-black, burnt hair, an incredibly tall and thin silhouette, and stark white skin. Because her lips were burned away, her teeth are constantly exposed in a horrific, permanent grin. I saw that some people managed to take pictures of her, naming her "Burned" and mocking her online.

The news of their deaths just came in, too....