It's nine o'clock in the evening, and I'm still here cleaning all these mess in my teacher's faculty office. It's really a pain in the ass being a working student, having to work every day and every night just to get the education, and the degree you've been wanting for.
"Do you hear that?"
I paused and put down all the things I've been organizing, someone is here?
"What did you hear?" I heard another voice,
I opened the door and said, "hello?"
When I looked left, I saw my teachers walking down the hallway heading in my direction, I just ignored them and went back to what I'm doing,
"Have you heard? Students are gossiping about some kind of ghost haunting this part of the faculty, scattering and destroying everything".
As I listen to them talking outside, the strands of hair on my nape started to stand, I can feel my body shivering. What's this sudden chill? I felt scared and did my job faster than before.
"A ghost? How ridiculous! There's no such thing as ghosts" I tried to convince myself but those teachers scared the hell out of me; all of a sudden I heard them screaming outside and running away from the office,
"I HEAR IT! COME ON, LET'S RUN! THE GHOST IS REAL"
I looked around, but no ghost nor mere sound. Just me standing in front of the mirror looking at my bloody self,
"Oh shit. I forgot, I'm the ghost and it's my 60th death anniversary since that darn filthy Janitor raped me".
