When I was four or five my parents let me watch Jaws. I had a nightmare shortly thereafter of sharks circling my bed and woke up screaming and standing in the middle of my bed. Fast forward a few years and we have moved to a new town and we don’t know anyone. I’m in the third grade and my teacher, Ms. Robinson walks up to me in the lunchroom while I’m eating and says “tell me about the sharks swimming around your bed” in a pretty wicked voice followed by a cackle like laugh. I asked my parents if they had told her and they said they had not. It was later rumored amongst students that she was a witch.