Blurb：
When Mrs. Young receives a frantic message from another parent about a teacher named Miss Never, she’s thrown into a chilling mystery. Her son Justin insists Miss Never—an old woman with a cat’s face—is real, even though no adult can see her on the surveillance footage. As more children, like Alice, fall under Miss Never’s spell, attempting dangerous stunts like making Bamboo-copters from forks, the parents grow desperate. Is Miss Never a ghost, a figment of imagination, or something far more sinister? Dive into this supernatural thriller where only the children hold the truth, and every whisper could lead to tragedy. Uncover the secrets of Miss Never, Justin, Alice, and the terrified parents before it’s too late.
Content：
I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted:
[Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?]
[My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!]
The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten.
She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it.
On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never.
However, later, my son whispered to me in secret,
“Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.”
“She says only kids can see her.”
Chapter 1
A cat-faced old woman?
Was that not from some horror movie?
I had never let my son watch anything like that. Then I remembered that he hated taking naps.
Could it be that one of the teachers made up this “cat-faced old lady” just to scare him into sleeping, and that was why he dreamed about this so-called Miss Never?
I immediately sent a private message to Ms. Zinn at that thought.
She apologized first, then wrote: [Mrs. Young, I am so sorry about all this, but I can promise you none of our teachers have ever mentioned anything about a cat-faced old lady.]
Now that was strange. Could it have been something the other kids said?
I looked at Justin with a serious face and asked,
“Sweetie, think carefully. Did you see this cat-faced Miss Never in a dream? Or was it another kid trying to scare you?”
Justin shot back, his voice steady and earnest. “Mom, I am not dumb. I know the difference between a dream and real life.”
“This afternoon, when Ms. Zinn put on a Doraemon cartoon for us, Miss Never sat right there with us. She even taught us how to make a Bamboo-copter.”
That made me pull up the class surveillance footage again. I watched it over and over. Aside from Ms. Zinn, there was no other adult in sight.
Meanwhile, the group chat had already exploded.
Alice’s mother, Mrs. Lane, complained: [Ms. Zinn, was it you who showed them that cartoon? My daughter only started talking nonsense after she watched it!]
[If your teachers did not tell her, how else would she know to grab two forks and pretend they were Bamboo-copters?]
Miss Zinn replied: [Mrs. Lane, this must be a misunderstanding. You have seen the footage too. Every child uses a spoon at lunch. We do not provide forks at all.]
Mrs. Lane added: [No forks for the kids, fine. But what about your teachers? Do they eat with spoons too? My daughter is screaming about jumping off the balcony right now, saying Miss Never is waving at her from the moon! My husband and I are barely holding her back. What do you expect us to do?!]
Miss Zinn sounded helpless: [I really do not know anything about Miss Never or a Bamboo-copter. Have any other parents heard their kids mention it?]
Mr. Will chimed in: [I asked my son. He said he never even heard of Miss Never, and he did not see any strangers this afternoon.]
Mrs. Smith wrote: [My daughter does not know anything either. Could the kids just be making it up?]
Mrs. Jones added: [Sounds to me like she has been frightened by something unholy. Where do you live? I can bring some holy water and drive the spirit away…]
In the end, Miss Zinn tried to calm everyone down: [How about this—Mrs. Lane, why don’t you and Mr. Lane come to the kindergarten tomorrow? We will investigate this thoroughly. Please just take good care of her tonight.]
Mrs. Lane replied: [Fine, but if I ever catch this Miss Never, I will rip her skin off myself!]
After that last message, the group finally went quiet.
My son, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly pointed at Alice’s picture in the chat and said, “Miss Never taught me to make Bamboo-copter too. But I do not have a rubber band. If I did, I could fly up to the moon as well!”
I cut him off at once. My voice was sharp with warning. “Justin! Fork bamboo-copters cannot fly. Next time if Miss Never tries to teach you something, you must not listen. You tell Mommy right away, got it?”
Only when I saw my son nod obediently did I finally let out a breath of relief.
Chapter 2
The next morning when I dropped my son off at kindergarten, I made a point of running into Alice’s mother.
Her expression twisted oddly when she heard that Justin had also seen Miss Never.
“Mrs. Young, did he happen to say Miss Never looked like a white-robed angel with black wings?”
I frowned in surprise. “No. My son said Miss Never was an old woman with a cat’s face.”
“A white angel and a cat-faced old lady? That is quite a difference.”
We compared notes carefully, and the more we talked, the more it seemed like two kids just making up stories out of a cartoon.
Still, to be safe, we suggested Ms. Zinn stopped showing the cartoon for now.
After all, both children had said the same thing. Every time the cartoon Doraemon was on, Miss Never would appear and interact with them.
Ms. Zinn agreed. “Then this afternoon I’ll switch to Tom and Jerry instead.”
That evening, when I picked up my son, he suddenly pointed at a loaf of bread in the bakery window, his face was alight with excitement. “Mom! Doesn’t that look just like Doraemon’s gadget—the Memory Bread?”
“Miss Never said if I can figure out how to make Memory Bread, she’ll choose me to be Nobita in Doraemon.”
Miss Never and that robot cat again!
I yanked him off to the side with a stern look on my face. “Justin, if you keep making up stories about Miss Never, Mommy is going to be very angry!”
His mouth turned down in a pout, his whole face sinking. “Mom, I am not making anything up. Miss Never is real!”
“She was the one who put Doraemon on for us this afternoon!”
A flare of anger shot through me.
Did Miss Zinn not say she was switching to Tom and Jerry?
The moment we got home, I pulled up the classroom surveillance footage. I wanted to see with my own eyes who was lying.
The moment that blue robot cat holding the Memory Bread appeared on the TV screen, I completely lost it.
I clipped the footage immediately and sent it to the class group, tagged Miss Zinn, and asked: [Miss Zinn, what is going on here?]
Miss Zinn replied: [Mrs. Young, what is the matter? Is there something inappropriate in this episode of Tom and Jerry?]
Mrs. Jones answered: [Of course there’s a problem. Imagine, the cat cannot even beat the mouse. What kind of nonsense is that for kids to watch?]
Mr. Payne added: [You are all overreacting. It is just a cartoon. My son loves it.]
Their replies left me reeling. The clip clearly showed the cartoon Doraemon playing on the TV. Why did they say it was Tom and Jerry?!
Then, Miss Zinn sent me a private message: [Mrs.Young, do you think maybe Tom and Jerry is not a good choice?]
I replied to her message: [No, Miss Zinn, are you absolutely sure you put on Tom and Jerry this afternoon?]
Miss Zinn answered: [Yes. I even had the kids draw their favorite character afterward.] She then attached a photo of the children’s drawings.
As I stared at those little crayon cartoons, I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach.
I reopened the surveillance feed. No matter how many times I scrubbed through, the eerie Doraemon clip was gone without a trace.
Could it be that I was just being paranoid, that I saw it wrong?
The footage now showed only Tom and Jerry. My son sat neatly among his classmates; eyes fixed on the screen like all the others.
The one thing that stood out was…
He was not looking at the TV at all. His eyes were locked on the classroom door.
It was as though something was standing there.
I stared at the empty doorway for a long time but saw nothing.
Then came the part that made my skin crawl…
When the cartoon ended, what he drew on the blank page was not a cat or a mouse, but an old woman with a cat’s face.
My hands trembled as I slammed the laptop shut.
Something was terribly wrong with him!
I had to talk to him. Nevertheless, as I reached his bedroom door, I heard his tiny, cautious voice, “Miss Never, do you like the picture I drew for you?”
“Oh, Alice has already finished her task? You are taking her to the moon tonight? What about me? When will it be my turn?”
The unease inside me surged into dread. I immediately shoved the door open.
“Justin, who are you talking to?” I scanned the room. It was empty.
“Miss Never, of course. She is standing right next to you, Mom.”
Chapter 3
My palms went cold.
It was because I was certain that there was no one around us.
I drew a long, steady breath and gripped my son’s shoulders.
Carefully, almost pleadingly, I asked, “Justin, tell Mommy—when you said Alice finished her task and Miss Never took her to the moon, what exactly did you mean?”
Justin came to his senses and his gaze flickered nervously. “Mom, I promised Miss Never. I am not allowed to tell you.”
I knew forcing him would backfire, so I crouched down, gently brushing a hand over his hair. “Then how about this—when Miss Never leaves, you can tell Mommy. All right?”
He hesitated for a moment.
I decided to tug at his heartstrings. “Justin, didn’t you say the person you love most in this whole world is Mommy? Do you really want to keep secrets from me?”
He thought it over, then darted a glance toward the corner beside me. It was as though he was making sure the Miss Never he spoke of had truly left.
Only then did he lean close and whispered, “Mommy, I can tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else.”
After I gave my word, he finally told me the truth.
“Miss Never gave each of us a task. If we complete them, she will come pick us up and take us to the moon.”
“On the moon there’s a beautiful chocolate factory. We can eat chocolate every single day and go on a grand lunar adventure with the robot cat!”
His eyes lit up as he suddenly spun toward the window, staring at the glowing moon outside. “Mom, look! Alice’s already on Miss Never’s spaceship. They’re about to land on the moon!”
His gaze shone with envy, but I saw nothing at all.
I was debating whether to call Alice’s mother and warn her about what Justin had said when my phone rang.
On the other end, Miss Zinn’s voice was tight with panic. “Mrs. Young, Alice just jumped! Please, is Justin okay?”
I froze for a moment, staring at my boy standing motionless at the window. A chill raced through me, raising every hair on my body.
How could this be such a coincidence?
Miss Zinn told me that Alice had been acting perfectly normal all day. Not once had she mentioned Miss Never.
However, while her mother was in the kitchen, Alice suddenly picked up the little Bamboo-copter she made and shouted, “Miss Never, I’m ready for the moon adventure!”
Then she leapt off the balcony of their fifteenth-floor apartment.
Her mother fainted on the spot and afterward wailed for the police to hunt down this Miss Never.
Still, Alice’s death finally made the kindergarten management take the matter seriously.
Fearing more children might be hurt, Miss Zinn and I gathered every parent whose child claimed to see Miss Never and created a new private group chat.
Together, we started piecing the clues back together.
According to the children, Miss Never had chosen five of them.
Each was given a task, and only by completing it could they be “taken to the moon.
For Alice, the task was to strap on her homemade bamboo-copter and leap from the balcony.
What unsettled me even more was that each of the five children described a completely different Miss Never.
Chapter 4
With those words, the entire chat seemed to sink under a suffocating weight.
Mrs. Sherman wrote: [My son came home today and smashed the TV, saying he had to find some kind of time machine.]
Mr. Clark added: [That’s nothing. At least yours is just clueless. You did not see my boy. He has gone completely off the rails. He drew a door on the wall with crayons, then kept banging his head against it! Said Miss Never gave him a Magic Door, and if he broke through, he could reach the moon. It scared me half to death!]
Mrs. Jones chimed in: [Your kids are clearly possessed. Let us come over and cleanse them. Three-visit package, twenty percent discount!]
I asked Mrs. Jones out of curiosity: [Mrs. Jones, is little Veren acting strange too?]
Veren’s grandmother, Mrs. Jones, answered: [That child is a loner. All she ever does is draw, draw, and draw. What trouble could that cause?] Then, she attached a photo.
Mrs. Sherman wrote: [That is exactly the kind of kid you need to watch. The more withdrawn they are, the more likely something bad happens.]
Mrs. Jones replied: [Don’t you curse my grandson! If something happens, I will come after you myself!]
…
Back and forth it went, but no one had any answers.
Finally, Miss Zinn broke in to summarize: [Based on what the kids said, they first started seeing Miss Never earlier this month. The police and I went through an entire day of classroom footage. Nothing unusual showed up. But please, do not scare yourselves too much. What we do know for certain is that Miss Never has to be a real person.]
Then she dropped a photo into the chat.
[This card was found on Alice’s body. Police suspect her death is directly connected to it.]
I tapped the image open.
It was a piece of plain white cardstock from the kindergarten. A girl with pigtails soared toward the moon with a bamboo-copter spinning on her head.
Beside her were neat, deliberate words: [Welcome back, Alice Lane.]
The handwriting and drawing style were far too mature for a child.
Hence, the police concluded the card must have come from Miss Never, planted to drive Alice toward her death.
Miss Zinn reminded everyone in the chat: [If anyone finds notes like this on their child, call the police immediately.]
[Also, I’ve arranged leave for the kids who mentioned seeing Miss Never. Until we know more, please, everyone, watch your children closely. Keep them safe. And if you learn anything—any clue at all—share it right away.]
Mrs. Sherman replied: [Okay.]
Mr. Clark responded: [No problem.]
Mrs. Jones answered: [Got it.]
After returning home screen, I felt utterly drained.
I wandered into the kitchen, meaning to check how Justin was doing with his dinner, only to hear him murmuring to himself again.
“Miss Never, if I finish making the Memory Bread and give it to Mommy, does that mean I’ve completed my task?”
Memory bread?
A terrible premonition slammed into me.
I rushed over and saw him clutching a bottle of rat poison I had never seen in our house, sprinkling it frantically over slices of bread.
“Who gave you this?” I grabbed his hand.
We did not keep poison at home. He had not been anywhere else since returning from kindergarten. The only explanation was that it came from someone inside the kindergarten.
Startled by my outburst, his eyes welled up with tears. “Miss Never said I’m not allowed to tell anyone.”
I forced myself to stay calm, taking a steady breath. “It was Miss Never, wasn’t it? Did she also give you a card?”
Justin stared at me, wide-eyed with surprise. “Mom! How did you know?”
I held out my palm and told him to show it to me.
After fidgeting for a long moment, he finally pulled a small, illustrated card from his pocket.
Just as I expected—it was the same eerie style as the one found on Alice.
However, then I noticed something wrong.
In a flash, the pieces fell into place.
I snatched up my phone and dialed Miss Zinn. “Miss Zinn, I know who Miss Never is!”
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