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One day I decided to take time and reminisce my childhood and teen years. Taking this picture of the front doors to my elementary school I realize it was the house of the anti-Christ, and her name was Ms Huffman, my third grade teacher. If she died I hope she's rotting in Hell. No, I obviously don't still have issues from the 3rd grade. I loved this demon so much I had her two years in a row. Observe this picture well enough and you'll see it's the home of the anti-Christ. Still don't see it; keep looking. It's right in the middle.