17/08/2025
The Poor Girl Caught Her Teacher Burying a Missing Student and this happened
Episode 1
Maya had learned early in life that silence kept you alive. Silence at home when her father staggered in drunk. Silence at school when kids whispered about her thrift-store clothes. And silence in her own head when she lay awake, listening to her stomach growl.
It was silence, ironically, that led her into the woods that night.
The library was closing, and the warmth of its radiators had kept her longer than she intended. The sky outside had already sunk into that deep, bruised purple that comes just before full darkness. She hated walking home in the cold, but the long way through the streets meant passing the group of boys who liked to throw soda cans at her. The shortcut through the trees was darker… but safer. At least, she thought so.
The air inside the woods was still, the kind that made your own footsteps sound too loud. She was halfway through when a faint scrape reached her ears — metal biting into soil.
She stopped.
Another scrape. Then a dull thud. The kind a shovel makes when it hits something solid.
Maya’s first thought was construction. But who does construction at nearly 8 PM… in the middle of the woods?
She crept forward, slow as she could, ducking behind the rough bark of an oak. Through the bare winter branches, a circle of dim yellow light flickered. Someone had a flashlight on the ground, pointed at a patch of dirt.
The beam revealed a man in a dark coat, hunched, shoveling with frantic energy. His breaths came in sharp, visible bursts. The metallic c***k of the shovel, the rustle of disturbed earth, the sound of cloth dragging over soil — they all seemed deafening in the still night.
Maya squinted. Something pale lay at his side. A sheet, maybe? No… it wasn’t just cloth. It had a shape.
Her breath caught.
Two sneakered feet protruded from the bundle, angled awkwardly, the laces caked in mud. She recognized the pattern — black canvas with neon-..
