𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐚𝐡

this chapter does talk about ghosts, but not as anything scary. just putting it out as a content warning!

𝐈 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 classroom, noticing the empty chairs and the empty teacher's chair. I sigh, realising Mr. Morris isn't in the room at the moment, and I need to wait before I can have my doubts clarified from him.

I decide to sit on the first seat in the class, keeping my books on the desk and simply slumping in my position. I feel my eyes close slowly and slowly, a magical weight appearing on the top of my eyelids, shutting them close. I have almost drifted off to sleep, when suddenly I feel a cold chill run down my spine.

I open my eyes almost immediately and sit straight in my position, my eyes wandering all around the room. I make a note that the windows of the classroom are closed, along with both the front and the back door of the class.

Where did the sudden gust of wind come from?

I lean back into my posture, allowing myself to rest. There is nothing to be worried about, I assure myself. Your mind is just playing tricks on you due to your lack of sleep.

Almost suddenly, I feel a gust of wind whip past me, and I hear a low whistle in my right ear. I jolt up from my seat, looking around the room when I already know the windows and the doors are shut.

I feel my heartbeat pick up speed. What is it in the room causing all of this?

Feeling afraid to sit back on the chair, I stay fixed on my position, considering my option of leaving the room and simply running out. I can have my doubts clarified later.

I proceed to the door of the classroom and pull it open. Just before I can walk outside, a huge gust of wind - bigger than any other gusts of wind I have experienced before - shuts the door close. My eyes widen, and I attempt to scream, but my throat suddenly feels dry and nothing comes out of my open mouth.

I turn around, looking around the classroom yet again. It is the same as it was before; closed windows and closed doors, desks at equal distances from each other, a blackboard and a teacher's desk in the front.

I run to the end of the classroom and try to escape from the backdoor, but the same thing happens; I open the door and it shuts close before I can step out.

I begin to nervously pace in the room. What is happening? I wonder.

"Alright girl you need to calm down," I hear a low voice. My mouth falls open and I look around me, but I don't see anyone in the room.

"Who is here? Who are you? Show yourself!" I say, mustering up every ounce of courage coursing through my veins.

"Girl you seriously need to calm down," comes the voice again. "Take a deep breathe, relax your shoulders. You're so tense."

I don't know why, but I listen to this anonymous person and actually take a deep breathe. My shoulders slump down and I realise how tense I actually was.

"Now that's better," I hear the voice, and this time it feels a little louder, as if this anonymous person is now closer to me than before. "I got a question for you,"

"W-what?" I stammer.

I feel a small breeze begin blowing in the room, slowly becoming a gust of wind. I hear another low whistle in my ear, and almost suddenly, a translucent white body is levitating in front of me.

"What you doin' in ma crib?" I notice a mouth move on the translucent white body, and hear the same voice sass at me.

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open, a scream erupting from my mouth.

It's a fucking ghost.

"Ugh girl," I notice it roll its small beady eyes. "Can't you just calm down? Your screaming is going to vaporise my ear drums,"

"But- a- ghost- what... how-?"

"Chill out dude, I know you have a few questions, and luckily for you I have the answers to all of them. Now," he floats to the nearest desk. "Why don't you sit down and listen to me? Calmly please. I don't want to hear screamin' again,"

I quickly scramble for the chair and sit down on it. The ghost floats right in front of me.

"So number one, yes ghosts exist, such a shock, I know," he says, then proceeding onto fake screaming. "Number two, yes we are spirits of dead people. And number three, no we are not scary. Like come on we have a lot to do than just fucking haunt a building."

"Whose... whose spirit are you?" I ask.

"Forrest Sphinx," He says, "I was a student in this school four years ago, but a tragic road accident led to my death, so now I'm here. Physics has always been my favorite so I decided... why not stay here? It's fun watching intelligent students create wonders and dumb ones not knowing what two plus two is,"

"I have heard about you," My mind goes back to the boards at the school reception, which display the names of the best student of each year. "You were student of the year four years ago, weren't you?"

"Why, yes I was," He sasses at me.

A small silence drapes around us, before he speaks again. "You wanted to ask something from your teacher?"

"Oh yes, I had a few doubts," I reply.

"Why don't you show them to me? I can try to help you out,"

Knowing he was the student of the year, I decide to show him my doubts. He inspects the questions for a few seconds, and then begins to help me with the answers.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘, I stay in the Physics class after the period is over a little longer to talk to Mr. Morris. All the students have filed out of the class.

"Mr. Morris," I ask, as he looks up to me from his position on his chair.

"Yes Leah?" He asks.

"Yesterday I came in your class in my final free period to ask you doubts, but you weren't here-"

"Oh yes, we teachers had an urgent meeting so I wasn't able to come, I am so sorry. I can look at your doubts now," He says.

"Oh no, I had Forrest clear my doubts," I reply with a smile. Surely Mr. Morris must know about Forrest, for he stays in this classroom more than anyone does.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don'y understand you," Mr. Morris pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Who is Forrest?"

"Forrest Sphinx, who died in a car accident and now his ghost is in the classroom. He's really smart if I say so myself,"

"You mean Forrest Sphinx, student of the year 4 years ago?" He says, and I nod at him. My eyebrows stitch together upon seeing him so confused. "Leah, there is no such thing as ghosts. And Forrest isn't dead; infact I even talked to him on phone yesterday,"

"W-what? No I swear- he was here yesterday-"

"Forrest is completing his bachelors in Physics in London. Why would you even think he's dead?"

"But..." My voice fades away. "You're telling me there are no ghosts in here?"

"Leah, ghosts don't exist. If there was a ghost in this classroom, I would know about it, don't you think?"

"Sir-" I mumble, but I am inable to say anything else. Then who was the smart, sassy ghost who helped me yesterday?

AUTHOR'S NOTE

ah I hope you liked this one! this one took some time to finish, but I'm glad I came around finishing it and posting it

please vote and comment if you feel like! <3

WITH LOVE THROUGH HEALTH AND SICKNESS
KEZIAH