The First Time I Saw A Ghost

- Originally, this book was only meant to have one part - a figurative recount of something that actually happened to me. But, I've decided instead to turn this into a collection of (relitively) short ghost stories. Hope you enjoy!
xox Ivory

The carpet was hard and prickly like freshly mowed grass underfoot, the stepping stones to a world of mistrust and madness...
The creamy-white walls were a dusty grey in the cool afternoon sun that shone through the windows in a ray of dust particles that fell to the ground like stars falling from their home the night sky.
The still silence of the cold and empty building screamed louder than any voice ever could An ominous sign that sent shivers down my spine like rivulets of icy water, and goosebumps rippling across my flesh.
The silent building was still, as if holding its breath, willing me to turn back. A sudden uneasiness churned in my stomach like clothes twisting and turning in a washing machine. I ploughed on, barely acknowledging the teacher who walked beside me, oblivious to the building's silently screamed warnings. The soft of our feet caressing the carpet was clearly audible, yet barely making a dent in the heavy quiet.
"Let's see if anyone is in the classrooms," the teacher's deep voice lacerated through the air, giving me a start, but as soon as the sound had left her mouth, the cloak of silence fell once more upon us.
We stopped simultaneously outside room sixteen - my classroom. I pressed my forehead up against the glass of the window, warm sunlight heating where my flesh cam in contact. A small cloud of condensation blossomed out wards as I gasped. In through the window I could see a young girl. She hovered halfway through a desk, reading something. Her long, dark hair fell down past her slender shoulders, and her full lips parted as she read, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterflies' wings. Her heavy brows drew close together, creasing her pale flesh as she troubled over what she read.
"No one here," said the teacher, peering into the classroom. I stared at her incredulously, my mouth dropping open and my eyes widening. She saw none of this as she turned towards the window. I waited for her sharp intake of breath, perhaps even a scream, but it never came.
I turned back towards the window in confusion, turning my gaze once again to where the ghost sat. Or had sat, would have been a better description, as now there was nothing more than an empty desk, sitting innocently beside many others, its chair pulled a smudge back as if not wanting to be mistaken for a part of it.
The sun shone brighter now, and suddenly the building seemed warmer, like its shoulders had slumped and now relaxed, allowing for the warmth that it had previously denied to flood back in.
All traces of the cold had disappeared, except for the back of my neck. The prickly sensation of my hairs going up, and the uneasy churning in my stomach that has never truly left me. And while the feeling of being followed haunts me in the day, it is the nightmares that come out in the night. Dreams of death and destruction and terror that plague many a sleeping hour...