Maths teacher

The Math Teacher is a scary story about a teenage boy who can't stand one of his teachers. After a series of bizarre accidents, he begins to suspect that the teacher may somehow be involved. When I was in school, our math teacher was a man named Mr. Stigson. He was quite young and the girls in my class thought he was handsome at first. He had piercing blue eyes and always looked like he was in need of a shave. However, from the very first day he came to our school, everybody hated him. He had an incredibly violent temper. At the slightest thing, he would fly into an uncontrollable rage, ranting and raving at anyone who had the misfortune to cross his path. He could often be heard screaming and shouting abuse in the corridors and the classrooms. Sometimes he would even physically threaten the students, but he never actually hit anybody. Even so, my entire class was terrified of him. Even the other teachers seemed to be afraid of him and they tried to stay out of his way. One day, a girl named Beverly was late to class. She opened the door just as Mr. Stigson was in the middle of lecturing us. He just snapped and began hurling insults and abuse at her. He got right up in her face and was trying to intimidate her, wagging his finger at her and forcing her to back up against the wall. Beverly was usually a quiet well-behaved girl and she didn't deserve the horrible things he was saying about her. He was way too close and invading her personal space. She tried to push him away, but when she put her hands on him, things got much worse. Stigson suddenly drew back and slapped her across the face. We were all completely shocked. Even Beverly couldn't believe what he had done. She stood there dumbfounded for a few moments, then ran out of the classroom, sobbing and clutching her cheek. Stigson continued teaching as if nothing had happened. The classroom was completely silent. The tension in the room was palpable. You could have heard a pin drop. Nobody wanted to risk setting him off again. We all knew that Mr. Stigson was going to be in big trouble. The next day, Beverly's mother showed up during class and demanded to speak to Mr. Stigson. He went outside to talk in the corridor and closed the door behind him. The whole class stayed silent, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Beverly's mom started screaming at our math teacher, cursing him out and calling him all the names in the book. She said she was going to get him fired for assaulting her daughter. When we peeked out the window, we saw that Stigson was just standing there in front of her, not moving a muscle. There was a furious scowl on his face, but no matter what she said, he didn't react. It was quite unnerving. When Beverly's mother finally stopped shouting, she stormed off and Stigson came back into the classroom. His face was bright red and there was a boiling rage in his eyes. Ignoring us, he sat down at his desk and just went through his papers until the bell rang at the end of class. The next morning, when I got to school, I heard the shocking news. When Beverly and her mother had been driving home the day before, they had been involved in an accident. Their car crashed into a telephone pole. The mother was killed on impact and Beverly was in a coma. I was horrified. Some of my classmates were crying. Others just sat at their desks in stunned silence. Everyone was devastated. Everyone, that is, except Mr. Stigson. He spent the entire day with a huge grin on his face. I had never seen him so happy. It was as if he was delighted by their misfortune. I never imagined the truth. A few weeks passed and gradually everything went back to normal. One day, during math class, a cell phone went off. Mr. Stigson went crazy and started running around the classroom, demanding to know whose phone was ringing. When he eventually found the source of the disturbance, he grabbed a boy named Jared by the throat and pulled him out of his seat. He dug through Jared's pockets until he found the cell phone and confiscated it. After class, when Jared went up to get his phone back, St