...like usual, and we're reading this story someone wrote. It's a normal day, but then this lady nobody in the class has ever seen before, who was sitting in the back of the room, starts talking.

She goes from talking about how some word is repititious to something about having a vendetta in New York against a dead author's daughter and being an alumni of 'Murder' (or maybe, like, a Murder Investigations department... something like that; she wasn't very clear on it). After the teacher calls Security, she leaves, telling us that we all better remember what she said. She wasn't making a great deal of sense. Ironically, something Stranger than Fiction happening in a Fiction Writing class, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't a hoax. o.O

True story.