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My name is Becca Rhines, and some kids have gone missing near my hometown where I grew up, and I know how it happened. I’ve tried telling my friends, my family, the community, and even the local cops about what I know, and they all laugh in my face and dismiss me as a crazy lunatic. But I’m not crazy, and I need someone to listen. But I need to explain, and to do that, I must take you back to the disappearance of my old History teacher, Ms. Goldstein, AKA Ms. Goldie.
Ms. Goldie was everyone’s favorite teacher in high school. She was tall, a bit lanky, and had the most beautiful long, blonde hair. She taught English for the middle schoolers and History for us high schoolers. Ms. Goldie was always nice, considerate of the students feelings, especially if they were going through a rough time. You know, puberty can take a toll on some of us. No one ever had anything bad to say about her even if she was a bit tough at times. She always made sure to help people that were below an average grade in the class, and in over 23 years of her teaching, no student has ever failed her class. Ms. Goldie holds 8 teacher awards- awards my small city hand out to teachers who excel at their jobs. She loved her job and she loved her kids, and rumor had it that she lost her husband and only son some years ago and took up teaching to ‘fill the void.’
We all adored her so much throughout the years, it was heartbreaking to hear that she had been attacked during my Senior year, back in 2012. It’s now 2018, and what I encountered, and what I saw with my own two eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life. I never came forward with my story because I didn’t believe anyone would think I was telling the truth… that I was just some dumb 17 year old kid making shit up. But since kids had started going missing, I felt the need to come forward. Bare with me readers as I take you back to my Senior year in 2012.
We started school in the fall of 2011. We were on the last few days of summer at the end of August in a small town in North Eastern Ohio. It was a small town and everyone knew everyone here. The classrooms were small, fitting about 18-22 students max. But it was comfortable because we all grew up with one another, and by the time our last year rolled around, we just couldn’t wait to get out.
I didn’t do any sports through high school, but I was on the Flagline, or Color Guard, in Marching Band. All of my friends were in Marching Band as well, so it’s pretty obvious where I laid on the popularity train. But I always felt welcomed in Ms. Goldie’s class, no matter what. She had a way of making you feel like you mattered, even when you felt the lowest. Like I said, it was heartbreaking when we heard she was in the hospital.
It was almost surreal – someone ATTACKED Ms Goldie?! The sweetest teacher anyone could ask for?! We were all in shock. No one was sure how long she’d be gone, or if she actually made it through. But two weeks later in the beginning of December, she was back in the classroom. It was a pleasant surprise to all of us, but I know everyone had the same gut feeling when they saw Ms Goldie’s face.
She had cuts and scars on her face, especially a large scratch-like wound across her cheek- from the bottom of her eyelid, across her cheek and across her bottom lip. It was a deep, irritated wound. Most of us couldn’t look at her in the face without feeling pity or sympathy for her. Her skin was paler than usual and she looked sickly. Whenever she would stand, she was wobbly in the legs and got dizzy a lot. I assumed it was from adjusting back to regular life from being in a hospital for two weeks, or even being attacked out in the cold and surviving maybe hypothermia… but I know now how wrong and naive I was.
Near the end of December 2011, Ms Goldie began getting violently ill during lectures. She would puke up straight bile and stomach acid. But as it got closer to January, she began breaking out into cold sweats and taking it out on the students. She never yelled, but she actually screamed at this kid Todd who was clicking his pen throughout the lecture, in the back of the class. She screamed at one of my friends for folding a piece of paper “too loud.” Eventually, she just stayed home for about a week, returning back on Monday the 16th. Our jaws dropped when she walked into the classroom.
Ms Goldie was smiling from ear to ear, greeting everyone with such joy and excitement in her voice. I knew the rest of them had to of been confused… because she no longer had any mark on her face or body. She wasn’t sickly looking, and she honestly looked like she put a bit of weight on – in a week. We were just glad to have our regular ole Ms Goldie back, even though I became a bit suspicious.
My friends chalked it off as she went to some three-day spa and got her skin healed up.
“Stem cells can do wonders, Becca!” One of my friends had told me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes because there’s no way she could’ve gotten rid of that giant wound on her face that quickly. But I gave up looking for an answer to whatever ridiculous theory I had been hanging onto – until her behavior repeated itself near the end of the month.
It became clockwork for the rest of the year. She’d get crabby and somewhat violent, then take a week off school . When she’d returned, she’d almost be like.. a brand new person. In like… a brand new body it seemed. It only became a problem when Prom season rolled around the end of April. Prom was Saturday, May 5th and everyone was pumped. I, on the other hand, was not.
Ms. Goldie didn’t take her week off school this month in April and was lashing out at everyone. Failing students left and right and forbidding them to attend Prom. A few of them actually listened to her, but most of the jocks were on Prom Court and basically said “fuck you,” to Ms Goldie, which had pissed her off even more. Enough that she began throwing pens, books, and eventually chairs at the students in my class. She even got up on her desk and started to hiss at the students, almost like she was about to leap onto one of them, but a male teacher busted in and yanked Ms Goldie off her desk. It took THREE male teachers, including our ripped gym teacher, to hold Goldie down. And in that moment, I swear I saw something dark come alive in my teacher. Our principal suspended her without pay and she was no longer chaperoning Prom. But..like I said I had a strange feeling, and this is from years of watching way too many movies as a child. It gets your mind thinking, sometimes for the right reasons, and sometimes for the wrong ones.
So, it was May 3rd- two days before Prom, and I decided to tail my History teacher that night. I didn’t have her address, so I pulled a slight creeper move and looked it up online. I know, but trust me I’m glad I did. So I told my parents I was studying at a friends house, hopped into my old beater car, and drove over to the other side of town, parking a couple blocks down from Goldie’s house around 8pm. It was a bit chilly for May, so I had brought a jacket with me.
I sat outside in my car watching her damn house before I saw someone coming down from the small hill to my right, and just over that hill had been our town park. This person was bundled up in a long, almost winter coat and was wearing sunglasses with a large beanie. They had been carrying a large tote bag as well which made my stomach twist in knots.
“What the fuck…?” I whispered to myself, leaning up against my window some, trying to not illuminate myself underneath the streetlight. I watched as the person approached Goldie’s door and struggled to get inside. When they got the door open, they looked both directions and slipped inside the house. Every instinct in me told me to call the cops, but what if it had just been Ms Goldie? I debated back and forth for a few moments before looking around.
I debated for another five minutes and took a deep breath, quickly sneaking out of my car. I shut the door quietly and shoved my phone into my pocket before doing a quick jog across the street. I walked slowly up the sidewalk and stopped right before Goldie’s driveway, taking a quick look around as well before I ducked into the shadows against her house. Taking another deep breath, I walked around the left side of her house quietly, listening for any noises inside her house. Hearing some shuffling around and grunting, I decided to walk a bit further into her backyard.
I peeked my head around the corner of her house and saw she had a small deck leading to her backdoor. Thinking that walking up the stairs might stir up noises, I opted out of looking through the backdoor. I pressed my back against the side of her house and took another deep breath, feeling knots in my stomach and my hands begin to sweat. I quietly took my phone out to see the time and my screen lit up “12:32 am.” Just as I was about to pass underneath a window to go home thinking this was just a bust, the inside illuminated slightly. I froze in fear and stood perfectly still, hearing more grunting and shuffling. All of a sudden, I heard glasses breaking and screaming. I panicked, and looked toward her neighbors house that was a bit of ways from Goldie’s home, slightly cursing that she didn’t have closer neighbors. Getting a bit of bravery in me, I said ‘fuck it’ and peered my head inside the window into her kitchen it seemed, only to feel my heart drop to my stomach.
Ms Goldie’s kitchen was lit up by the light of her refrigerator, but the door was ripped clean off and laid on the kitchen floor. There was blood all over her floor and the figure was there in the long, winter coat. It took me only a few seconds to realize that figure had to have been Ms Goldie. But… it couldn’t have been. I could see the side of Ms Goldie’s face, her blonde hair was a rats nest, going in different directions. Her nose looked longer… and wider… almost like…
“A snout..?” I whispered, my breath hitching in my throat. Squinting my eyes, I saw her put her face inside the tote bag and let out a growl. Yes, a growl. I let my eyes focus on her hands that were covered and blood. She had claw-like nails..as she reached in the bag and pulled something out of the bag. She held it up slightly and brought it to her snout-like nose before opening her mouth. The moment I saw fangs, she closed her mouth around the animal and I could her bones snapping through the window. I whipped myself back against the wall and put my hands to my mouth. Tears stung my eyes as I couldn’t believe what I had just saw.
“This can’t be real… this can’t be real…,” I kept saying in my head, shaking it back and forth. I took another deep breath and slowly peered back into the window…only to see the carcass of a small, dead animal lying on the floor and Goldie no where to be found.
“What…?” I whispered, looking down at the floor at the blood streaks. Most of the streaks were in a circle, but there were footprints that lead out of the kitchen. I clenched my jaw and looked in that direction, only to be met with yellow eyes peering back at me through her window. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I took off down the sidewalk and across the street toward my car. As I approached it, the panic rose in me as I struggled to get my keys out of my pocket. I looked back over my shoulder and my eyes widened in fear.
Ms Goldie stood outside of her door standing taller than her door frame, with a snout and sharp claws to match, and her eyes were a painful shade of yellow as they stared down at me. The moment she took a step off her front porch was the moment I screamed and unlocked my car. I shoved the key into the ignition, peeled out of the parking spot, and sped off down the street. I watched in my rear-view mirror as she ran out into the street, so I hit the gas even harder.
I’m not sure how long I drove, I ended up in two cities over from my hometown that night. I couldn’t stop shaking and crying that night, and I spent the rest of the night driving until the sun came up. That morning, I went to school only because the Seniors got a half day- due to prom the following day. My last class before my day was over was Ms Goldie’s, but I was thankful there had been a substitute that morning.
I didn’t go to Prom my Senior year. Our theme was “A Night to Remember,” but it was a night everyone would want to forget. 7 people went missing on Prom night: A group of 6 teenagers between the ages of 16-18, and Ms. Goldie. Her disappearance was never brought into question with the group of Juniors and Seniors that went missing, so she was never a suspect. I didn’t know what she was, or how she came to be, but I know she had something to do with those kids disappearances back in 2012.
I’m 24 now, living a few states away. I had came back to my hometown because my father had passed away. A lot of the school faculty adored my father since he had been a member of the Board of Education, so a lot of my old teachers had came for the funeral to pay their condolences- including Ms. Goldie. The moment she walked in, my eyes never left hers and I know she caught me staring more than once.
After the burial, Goldie came up to me and my family. “I’m sorry for your loss, he was a wonderful man.” My mother was touched by Ms Goldie’s words, but I offered a half ass smile before I walked away from the two. I had walked a few feet away for a smoke before Ms Goldie came up to me.
“He was a lovely man, Rebecca,” I felt my lip twitch when she said my name. Taking a long drag off the cigarette, I purposefully blew it in Goldie’s face. I didn’t dare look at her in the eyes because all I could picture were the yellow eyes staring back at me through her window, accompanied by an animal’s snout.
“I know. You’ve said that already.” There was a bit of silence between us before Goldie looked around at the empty graveyard as my family began to clear out.
“Becca.” I interrupted her.
“Becca… How… I mean…” Goldie took a breath and took a step toward me. “Back in 2012… do you recall seeing anything… out of the ordinary per say?” She gave a half chuckle and held the strap of her purse with both hands. I side glanced her and flicked my cigarette butt toward a tombstone, watching the embers bounce off of it.
“Could say that.” Another moment of silence before she cleared her throat and whispered toward me.
“And um… how much did you see…? Or if you remember…”
“I saw enough.” I turned my head toward her, finally looking at her in the eyes. “Enough to move three states away in fear. Enough to spend the next six years researching what I saw. Enough to know your ‘lunar cycle.’ Enough to know if move a finger out of line while I’m here for the next two days, you’ll be sorry.” I turned on my heel away from Goldie and watched out of the corner of my eyes as she looked down at the tombstone the embers bounced off. It was Thomas Needy, one of the students who had gone missing and declared dead.
Our confrontation was three nights ago. My mom had asked me to stay an extra few nights, for her sanity since it was the first few nights without my father around her. I agreed, and boy am I glad I did.
Today on the local news, a teenager from a few cities over was found dead in the woods due to animal attack. Clenching my jaw, I shut off my moms TV and looked over at her asleep on the couch. I took a deep breath and headed out toward my car trunk. Inside a small bag was a pistol, already loaded with ammo. I popped the barrel out and emptied the bullets in my hand, looking at them with nothing but hate in my eyes.
Like I said, I did my research.
I told Ms Goldie she’d be sorry.
Because everyone knows silver bullets kill werewolves.
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