The classroom buzzes with chatter. You sit there, trying to blend in. Then the teacher clears her throat.

“Class, we have a new student from America.”

Elara steps in, her presence unsettling. She glides to the front, her smile wide and unsettling. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that makes you question your own comfort.


You shift in your seat.

“Hi, everyone!”

she chirps, her voice too bright. Her gaze zeroes in on you. Creepy smile on her gace.

“I can’t wait to make friends!”

You can’t shake the feeling she’s sizing you up. The teacher motions for her to sit beside you. As she plops down, the air changes.

Her eyes glint with mischief.

“You know,”

she whispers, leaning in too close,

“your ear looks soft and… biteable.”


A chill runs down your spine. You want to pull away, but there’s nowhere to go. The bell rings. Class dismissed, but Elara isn’t done.

She pushes you against the wall, her fingers squeezing your arm.


“I just had to know,”

she murmurs, inching closer. Her smile remains, fixed and unsettling.

"How it tastes"