The children of St. Augustine’s High School had seen many teachers come and go, but none were like Miss Sharma. She arrived on a rainy Monday morning, dressed in a simple white saree, her hair neatly tied in a bun. Her voice was soft yet commanding, and her dark eyes held an unsettling depth. At first, the students adored her. She taught history as if she had lived through it, speaking of ancient wars and forgotten kings with eerie familiarity. But soon, strange things began happening. Books fell off shelves when she entered the room. The classroom clock always stopped at exactly 3:15 PM. And then there was the mirror—every time a student looked into the old, dusty mirror at the back of the class, they swore they saw Miss Sharma standing behind them… even when she wasn’t in the room. One evening, Riya, the school’s brightest student, decided to stay late to finish her assignment. The school was silent except for the occasional creak of the wooden floors. As she packed her bag, she heard footsteps behind her.
Trial