Chapter One: Cracking Smiles

There was a rumor that if you tried to sit in the chair in the back of the classroom, you'd feel something move towards you and shove you. No one believed it but me. I'd always warn the new kids about it. But no one listened.

There was a new student a long time ago. Her name was Ib. She always sat at the back of the classroom. Never once did anyone see her blink. Every substitute teacher thought that she was a doll until she moved, then they would likely scream or faint. Which was pretty funny.

No one would ever talk to Ib because they all thought that she smelled of rotting meat. When really, that's not how she smelled at all, not at first. She seemed clean and new when she got here; like a brand-new doll. After a while, though, her smile cracked, and she looked demented if you caught her off guard. No one knew why.

There were deaths in the school after her smile cracked. No one blamed poor Ib. After all, she was the most behaved. No one knew that she was behind it all. If they found out, they'd go missing the next day.

And all she did was sit in that back corner, smirking to herself.