"Silence! You must maintain quiet in the classroom! Otherwise, you'll be punished for breaking the rules!" The teacher slammed the paddle on the podium, and the classroom immediately quieted down.

But even after this scene, it would be a lie to say that I wasn't afraid. My heart was still pounding, and Zhang Shiyun, who wanted to take a photo just now, was sweating profusely and trembling.

At that moment, I noticed two boys sneaking in through the back door of the classroom and quietly sitting in the back row.

I thought it was fortunate that the teacher had his back turned and hadn't noticed them. Otherwise, they would be in trouble again.

But just as the thought crossed my mind, the teacher suddenly turned his head 180 degrees and stared fiercely at the two boys.

"You must arrive in the classroom by 8 a.m. and not be late. You have violated the rules and must face punishment!" The teacher said sternly.

One of the boys explained, "Sir, it wasn't our fault. The elevator was broken, and we were trapped for a long time before we could get out."

"Was it the elevator on the first floor of the teaching building?" the teacher asked.

"Yes, that's right. So, it's not our fault for being late."

"You're making excuses! There is no first floor in the teaching building elevator! You're lying! Violation!" the teacher said.

At that moment, another boy spoke out loudly, "What the hell is wrong with you? We were just a little late for class. Why are you yelling? I'm doing you a favor by attending your class, and you're the one disrespecting the classroom! I'm going to complain about you to the administration office!"

Oh no! This guy probably didn't see the terrifying scene just now when he arrived late; otherwise, he wouldn't dare say such things.

The teacher smirked mysteriously, "Hehehe, well then, another violation..."

Another violation?

I suddenly realized something wasn't right!

There was a rule in the teaching building: during class, when the teacher asks a question, you must stand up to answer.

He was deliberately luring this boy into violating the rule!

"Someone, give them the punishment!"

Upon the teacher's order, several students with Qing Dynasty-style braids rushed over.

The two boys wanted to escape, but for some reason, it was as if they were glued to their chairs. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stand up.

The other students quickly subdued the two boys.

Then, two Qing Dynasty-style braid-wearing boys carried two large earthen jars and ran towards us.

"What... what are they going to do?" Li Yingying beside me turned pale with fear.

Those two boys were probably in big trouble.

Before I could finish my thought, the two boys were put inside the jars, and I saw many poisonous insects crawling out slowly from the jars.

"Centipedes!"

"Scorpions!"

"And snakes!"

They crawled all over the faces of the two boys, biting them mercilessly, and their screams of agony filled the air.

"Ah! Ah!"

The classroom was filled with screams of horror. The four of us in the dormitory were trembling in fear, and Wang Jiayi even grabbed us and tried to sit in the seats on the right because the poisonous insects had already crawled out of the jars.

Just as we were about to move, we suddenly heard a loud shout:

"You freaks! You're all a bunch of freaks! I'm calling the police!"

At that moment, a girl stood up from her seat and ran straight toward the classroom door.

However, what happened next was simply insane.

With a "whoosh" sound, an arrow shot directly through the girl's head from behind.

The girl fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

"Hehehe, moving around during class is not allowed. Violating the rules means you must face punishment!" The teacher laughed coldly.

What? Violation? That's not right! I distinctly remember that this morning's broadcast didn't mention this rule. How is it considered a violation?

Li Yingying, Wang Jiayi, and Zhang Shiyun all lookedat each other in disbelief and horror. We couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of our eyes. The classroom had turned into a nightmarish scene, and the teacher seemed to be enjoying the chaos he had created.

But amidst the fear and confusion, a realization struck me: this couldn't be real. It had to be some sort of twisted nightmare or a prank gone horribly wrong. The events unfolding in the classroom were far too absurd and gruesome to be true.

I turned to my friends and whispered, "This can't be happening. It's not real. We need to get out of here."

They nodded in agreement, their eyes reflecting the same mix of fear and determination. We slowly rose from our seats, trying not to attract the attention of the teacher and his minions.

As we made our way towards the classroom door, careful not to step on the girl's lifeless body, the teacher's voice echoed in the room, chilling us to the core.

"Leaving the classroom without permission? Violation! You will face the consequences!"

Ignoring his words, we quickened our pace, hoping to escape from this nightmare. But just as we reached the door, it slammed shut with a loud thud, blocking our way.

Panic surged through us as we frantically tried to open the door, but it seemed to be sealed shut as if it were mocking our attempts to escape.

The teacher's laughter filled the room, growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment. "There's no escape, my dear students. You're trapped here, forever subjected to the consequences of your violations."

My heart raced, and my mind raced even faster, searching for a way out of this surreal nightmare. Suddenly, a thought struck me. If this was a nightmare, then maybe I could wake up from it.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and focused all my energy on waking up. I repeated to myself, "This isn't real. Wake up. Wake up!"

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in my bed, drenched in sweat. Relief washed over me as I realized it was all just a terrifying dream.

I sat up, trying to calm my racing heart. Glancing around the familiar surroundings of my room, I reassured myself that I was back in reality.

Still shaken by the vividness of the nightmare, I reached for my phone and called Li Yingying, Wang Jiayi, and Zhang Shiyun, wanting to make sure they were okay.

One by one, they answered the phone, their voices filled with relief and confusion. They had all experienced the same nightmare, trapped in that horrifying classroom with the sadistic teacher.

We comforted each other, assuring ourselves that it was just a dream, albeit an incredibly vivid and disturbing one.

As we shared our experiences, we couldn't help but wonder about the meaning behind such a nightmare. Was it a manifestation of our fears and anxieties, or was it a reflection of something deeper?

Regardless, we vowed to support each other, to face our fears together, and to make sure that such a nightmare would never become a reality. We would cherish the freedom and safety of the real world and strive to create a better future, free from the horrors of that twisted classroom.