Hello, Teacher (Strange Night Visitors)

Hello, Teacher: By Mr. Keller
6/9/2002


I am a 61-year-old bachelor and retired high school English teacher. I left the teaching gig twelve years ago to spend the rest of my life in leisure and to fulfill my dream of becoming a published author. Granted twelve years of soft living and procrastination had made it so my series only had an outline with a little more than half of the first book written. During these years, I primarily lived alone in my condo with only the occasional visits by my nephew, nieces, and old students. Therefore, when three people claiming to be former students came knocking at my door one night it did not come as much of a surprise.

I am going to stop the story here to throw in a small detail that might have some relevance in the grand scheme of things. About a week before by guests arrived one midnight, I had received an odd letter in the mail. The envelope was perfectly normal, with a stamp and my address typewritten on it, however, when I opened it up I found that the letter was not a letter at all, but merely a piece of paper. There was absolutely nothing written on it and after further examination it looked as if the paper used was extremely dated and had begun to turn yellow. At the time, I merely shrugged this off; it did not seem like too big of a deal.

However, a week later I was awoken around midnight by three young people knocking diligently on my condo door. I opened the door to see who it was; I remember feeling very frightened the moment I did too.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up when I saw the three of them. The one in the front was slightly taller than me, while another male and a female stood about a foot behind him. All three looked to be in their late teen years and theirs clothes, despite being all black, was relatively normal.

When I asked them what they wanted, they said they were old students of mine who just wanted to reconnect. As I said above, this was not an odd thing, but these people were too young and could not possibly have been taught by me. When I asked for their names the man in front seemed to look confused and did not answer, instead he repeated that he would like to come inside, to share stories of my class.

As I was about to tell them to leave, I noticed the boy and girl behind the man in the front; they stood shoulder to shoulder touching each other’s arms and legs. Confused I looked to the man in front of me whose pale blue eyes seemed to bulge from his head as he asked if he could come inside again. Something about him made me feel as if I were in extreme danger, like if I had let these strange people in they would surely have killed me.

I am not sure why but for a second I almost let them enter, because maybe then I thought the overwhelming fear would stop. However, I somehow managed to raise enough courage to slam the door in his face. I half expected the three to tear the door down, but they did nothing. There was just silence.


(NOTE: This story is what got me interested in S.N.V.; the person telling it is my Uncle.)