The boy with the six sense

Chapter 1

Hey its me Spencer you may have heard a little about me from the description. You've heard about me having a sixth sense, correct? Well none of my parents know that I have a sixth sense. Having a sixth sense is so scary, it's no joke. I can see ghost, ghost that don't know they're even dead.

So here's my story of how I am dealing with this and how it sucks to go through it.

It started off when I was like 9 I think? Yeah 9. I was always so shy I don't know why. When I was 9 i did go through something called post traumatic stress disorder, so That's how I pretty much developed the sixth sense cause I would have bad dreams and scary thoughts running through my head.

So anyways it started off at my elementary school "woodland elementary school"

At the time I had zero friends. Everyone thought I was weird, but I'm not, I'm just like them. The only difference was that I was so shy, had zero friends, and post traumatic stress disorder.

Ok so I was one day sitting at my desk, tapping my pencil and rapidly moving my leg cause I had paranoia problems as well, so I was a bit nervous around people. My teacher "Mrs Conway" was always a pain in the___ I can't say. But that teacher I remember so much was so mean at the time.

She would get me wrote up for no reason. It was always so unfair.

I also remember this kid named Alex he was a bully to me, always laughing at my wardrobe, like boy please you ain't bout that life. Ok but yeah I was sitting at my desk and I remember hearing voices calling my name and hearing the voices say run.

I remember always being scared, Because I didn't know if those voices mean something or If that's just people I heard in the room. But I was so unsure and nervous.

I asked Mrs. Conway "Can I go to the bathroom?" Because I really wanted some space and some time to myself to lower my anxiety.

So I asked Mrs.Conway and she was like "You should have gone when you were out of this room"

I'm like WELL I DIDN'T NEED TO GO AT THAT TIME!!

See this is why I hate teachers like this ugghh!!! I asked her nicely again "Can I please please please please goooooo, It's an emergency!!"

She said "No" again as my hands are shaking and shaking and shaking. I sit there "Oh no its almost 9:50" When 9:50 comes that is when I begin to see ghosts most of the time, I hate that!

I would see alot more ghost here because there was alot of stuff that happended there years ago, like murder, people who died there because they were pushed In the gym pools the deep parts of the pool. Then they died in the pool.

So when 9:50 came I would panic, because there was always scary ghosts and mean, cruel ghost

"Ok its almost over spencer just breathe" I remember breathing heavys say to myself"

It always felt so weird, Mrs.Conway was beginning to look at me weird

Her eyes were looking straight at me

Thats when i burst straight out the classroom, i could hear her saying hey!! Get back her but i did not care i ran straight threw that door to the bathroom

I ran to the sink and splashed water on my face i could feel a cold chill on my spine, its like i thought someone was standing behind me, but i knew someone was standing behind me

I cringed

I turned around to see a ghost, the ghost was a boy and looked very young he looked like 15 or 16 and had a huge cut in his head with blood oozing out on to the floor

I stepped back and hit my back on to the wall

I felt like i was having a heart attack because you could hear me breathing so hard and i kust would not stop either

I could feel him getting closer and closer to me, but he would go in the bathroom stall and come out like he was Living

But he wad dead.....

And he does not know that

Then i could see his past all of a sudden the cut with the oozing blood coming out of his head was gone

I seen like a mean tall fat kid walk in and hit him and hit him hard and hard

And the boy was crying yelling

'STOP LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

The Boy then laughed his way out of the bathroom

Leaving the boy crying laying on his chest

He then got a pocket knife out his pocket

The boy already looked like a suicidal

He cut his face and the back of his head, killing himself

It was squirting out of his head and blood remained all over the floor

He then looked up at me with a quick breath

I closed my eyes Hard really hard I was scared i could feel him getting closer to me

But when i opened them again i was sitting in class
And the teacher was going on and on about the assignment

Everyone saw me just sit there and hyperventilate