The washroom was cleaned by the end of the day, and due to shock, the trio were allowed out of school.

"Man, I can't believe Sam is dead." Jake mumbled sadly.

"I mean he was a douche but he didn't deserve this." Mark responded glumly as well.

"You know what hits me the most? The note that he wrote, apologizing to Ms. Burns. Don't you guys find it weird that he was absent for the rest of our classes and committed suicide just during lunch, when everyone could gain easy access to the washroom?" Jake questioned, unconvinced.

"You're right bro. I thought that too," Kyle added."But was afraid that you wouldn't believe me. We know Sam since we were in diapers. We all know he was incapable of doing such a thing. Suicide because of a teacher? I mean, come on!"

"Hmm you guys are right." Mark agreed, trying to join the pieces of the puzzle back together. "This doesn't feel right, and I think it has to do with Ms. Burns."

"Yeah. Didn't you see how she was looking at Sam during class? And looking just at him and not at us?" Jake asked. "Clearly there's something wrong. And I think we should find out. A mistake is a mistake and death isn't the solution to that. It's not like he tried to rape the English teacher and vice versa." He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

This caused all three boys to chuckle nervously, before their mood dropping as they headed towards their respective houses, determined to confront Ms. Burns the next day.

Meanwhile at school.............

The evil grin plastered on her face showed satisfaction from the boy's death. He was such a pain from the day she started. She promised herself to pause for a while on the evil rituals and voodoo executions, but the boy left her with no choice.

Their after-class conversation, where the boy tried his best and begged for apology, she refused to show any mercy. That was the last straw. After all, her limits have been violated. Hypnotizing the boy into a trance, she led him towards his death, happy that she avenged her humiliation. No one and absolutely no one messes with her, or they shall face her wrath.

It was seemingly surprising for her as well, to find that after so many years of pausing with these knick-knacks, she was still good, in fact, better. Maybe with age, her powers strengthened. She guessed it was because her devotion towards her "God" was strengthened as well. She was right: time does heal.

However, the boy's death stimulated thirst for more rushing through her veins. She would have to find another victim sooner or later, she thought as she gathered her stuff and headed towards her car.

Driving towards her house, an evil grin smeared on her face, she thought of the other three boys, Jake kept for the last, given that he was kind enough. The more kind this boy grows, the more powerful shall she become with the sacrifice executed.

And with that thought, she headed towards the house which she once haunted in the attic, preparing herself for the final ritual to complete Mr. Samuel's death offering to Satan....