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Authors: Amanda M. Lee
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I was just about to work myself up into a proper frenzy when the classroom door two feet in front of me and to the right flew open and then slammed shut again. I took a step towards the door and waited. This time when the door flew open and started to slam shut I shot my arm out to stop it. I peered around the door and into the empty classroom. I was relieved when I saw that one of the windows on the far side of the room was open. The curtain at the window was billowing from the breeze wafting in.
I blew out a relieved sigh and squelched my delirious laughter as I strode across the room and slammed the window shut. All of this for an open window? I felt like an idiot. You can imagine my surprise when I heard the door – which I had left propped open – slam shut behind me again.
Have you ever been so scared that you physically can’t move? I can’t say I’ve ever felt that particular feeling before – but I did now. My mind was screaming for me to move, and yet I couldn’t move. My legs screaming for me to run, and yet I couldn’t run. My stomach was screaming for me to throw up, but I was afraid if I did that I would choke to death on my own vomit.
“Oh, great, another idiot student come to see what all the noise is about.”
The voice shook me to my core – and yet it also had the power to unfreeze my limbs. I turned around slowly, afraid of what I might find. What if it was another deranged witch like Tara? What if it was a guy dressed up in a rubber suit like American Horror Story ? What if it was someone wearing polyester?
What I found should have scared the living daylights out of me, but after all the scenarios I had run through my own mind over the last five minutes a teenage girl couldn’t really work me up into much of a frenzy. Yeah, a teenage girl. That’s the horror that was waiting for me on the other side of the room.
“What are you doing up here? You scared the shit out me!” I exploded, all of my pent up anxiety flowed out of my mouth like a waterfall. “Christ! I thought you were a zombie or something.”
The girl froze at my outburst. I didn’t blame her. I probably looked like a deranged freak.
I took a deep breath and regarded the still silent student across the room from me. What was she doing up here anyway? Probably smoking pot, I rationalized. This was a great place for it. No one would ever look for her up here.
Under the light of the window, the girl looked relatively normal. She had long blonde hair – which spread to the middle of her back – and a fresh peaches and cream complexion that told me she didn’t spend a lot of time worshipping the sun like I did in the summer. Her face was round and welcoming and her lips were pursed in sudden indecision. She was probably worried I was going to report her for being up here.
“I won’t tell anyone you were up here,” I offered lamely. “You can go on smoking pot, or whatever it is you were doing, and I won’t tell a soul.” Quite frankly, some pot sounded pretty calming for me right now, too. Maybe she would offer me some.
“You can see me?”
The girl’s voice was quiet, forlorn. She looked both lost and hopeful at the same time. Her blue eyes were filled with a certain loneliness that I could barely fathom. I didn’t understand.
“What do you mean? You’re right there.”
The girl took a step towards me, bringing her body further into the light of the window, and I couldn’t stop the gasp from ripping from my throat. The minute she had stepped further into the light I saw what I had missed upon first glance. I could see right through her. She was there, but she wasn’t. Crap.
“You’re a ghost!” I blurted out the sentence, knowing it sounded ridiculous, and yet suddenly fearful that not only was I right, but it was a mistake to utter the words out loud.
“No I’m not,” the girl scoffed. “I’ve just been locked up on this floor for the past two weeks. That’s why I’ve been
I was just about to work myself up into a proper frenzy when the classroom door two feet in front of me and to the right flew open and then slammed shut again. I took a step towards the door and waited. This time when the door flew open and started to slam shut I shot my arm out to stop it. I peered around the door and into the empty classroom. I was relieved when I saw that one of the windows on the far side of the room was open. The curtain at the window was billowing from the breeze wafting in.
I blew out a relieved sigh and squelched my delirious laughter as I strode across the room and slammed the window shut. All of this for an open window? I felt like an idiot. You can imagine my surprise when I heard the door – which I had left propped open – slam shut behind me again.
Have you ever been so scared that you physically can’t move? I can’t say I’ve ever felt that particular feeling before – but I did now. My mind was screaming for me to move, and yet I couldn’t move. My legs screaming for me to run, and yet I couldn’t run. My stomach was screaming for me to throw up, but I was afraid if I did that I would choke to death on my own vomit.
“Oh, great, another idiot student come to see what all the noise is about.”
The voice shook me to my core – and yet it also had the power to unfreeze my limbs. I turned around slowly, afraid of what I might find. What if it was another deranged witch like Tara? What if it was a guy dressed up in a rubber suit like American Horror Story ? What if it was someone wearing polyester?
What I found should have scared the living daylights out of me, but after all the scenarios I had run through my own mind over the last five minutes a teenage girl couldn’t really work me up into much of a frenzy. Yeah, a teenage girl. That’s the horror that was waiting for me on the other side of the room.
“What are you doing up here? You scared the shit out me!” I exploded, all of my pent up anxiety flowed out of my mouth like a waterfall. “Christ! I thought you were a zombie or something.”
The girl froze at my outburst. I didn’t blame her. I probably looked like a deranged freak.
I took a deep breath and regarded the still silent student across the room from me. What was she doing up here anyway? Probably smoking pot, I rationalized. This was a great place for it. No one would ever look for her up here.
Under the light of the window, the girl looked relatively normal. She had long blonde hair – which spread to the middle of her back – and a fresh peaches and cream complexion that told me she didn’t spend a lot of time worshipping the sun like I did in the summer. Her face was round and welcoming and her lips were pursed in sudden indecision. She was probably worried I was going to report her for being up here.
“I won’t tell anyone you were up here,” I offered lamely. “You can go on smoking pot, or whatever it is you were doing, and I won’t tell a soul.” Quite frankly, some pot sounded pretty calming for me right now, too. Maybe she would offer me some.
“You can see me?”
The girl’s voice was quiet, forlorn. She looked both lost and hopeful at the same time. Her blue eyes were filled with a certain loneliness that I could barely fathom. I didn’t understand.
“What do you mean? You’re right there.”
The girl took a step towards me, bringing her body further into the light of the window, and I couldn’t stop the gasp from ripping from my throat. The minute she had stepped further into the light I saw what I had missed upon first glance. I could see right through her. She was there, but she wasn’t. Crap.
“You’re a ghost!” I blurted out the sentence, knowing it sounded ridiculous, and yet suddenly fearful that not only was I right, but it was a mistake to utter the words out loud.
“No I’m not,” the girl scoffed. “I’ve just been locked up on this floor for the past two weeks. That’s why I’ve been
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