Ghosting My Teacher

Chapter One

Ghosty's Pov-

The school day just seemed to drag on longer and longer. The halls were crowded with students, walking (traveling :) trying to make it to their final destination to jesus) and grouping up through the halls. All I wanted was to push through and get to class before I got caught up in another pointless fight.
Before I knew what was happening some of my friends from math crowded around me, pushing a scrawny blonde boy into the lockers next to me. Just as I predicted, another stupid fight I'm going to get in trouble for. The boy was kicking around trying to get out of their grasp. I pushed through the crowd, briefly glancing back at the boy screaming for help, before continuing to my class.
As I was walking I kept looking back, I tried not to care but I really couldn't help but feel bad. I guess that's just what I signed up for, being friends with them.
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It was yet another mind-numbingly boring math class with my least favorite teacher, Mr. Koets. Luckily for me, it was 7th period so I'd be able to go home soon. As I sat there, zoning out, I felt a piece of paper come flying into my face. It fluttered down onto my desk, I glanced around, seeing my friends quietly giggling to themselves. On the paper, scribbled in chicken scratch, it said, "I dare you to sneak into Mr. Koet's creepy old bus at his house ;), from your bestest friend, Trent"(tell Trent to die ew i hate trent) I sighed and put my head down on my desk. After a moment of hesitation I sat up and quickly scribbled something on the back of the note and threw it back at them.
After school I found myself walking an unfamiliar route. I had my headphones in with some relaxing music so I could calm my nerves. It was not the most therapeutic thing to have the screaming voice of google telling me to take a right turn, but I'll survive. I would never admit it, but part of the reason I was doing this was because Trent signed the note, "from your bestest friend" It was kind of dumb but it made me feel like I was finally starting to fit in.
As I got closer and closer to my destination, I was really regretting my choice to follow through with this dare, but I have to prove that I can be a normal, trouble-making boy like all my friends. I need to fit in and this is the only way I know how, no matter how much I don't want to, I need to toughen up. Besides, I'm just checking out the bus and getting out, he's not home anyway.
After about 30 minutes of walking, I found myself staring down a secluded dirt driveway, large looming trees surrounded me from all directions. I could feel the pit in my stomach, my heart felt heavy, but I just kept walking. I made it this far, what's a little more. Darkness gradually started to fall as I walked deeper into the densely wooded area, definitely not where I'd imagined my math teacher would live.
I slowly lowered my headphones as the path started opening up a large, dark, creepy mansion like house came into view. It looked like no one had stepped foot in this place for years... maybe even decades... No cars were in the driveway, so I assumed no one was home although an eerie feeling kept telling me to just leave and go home. It was almost entirely silent, not even the chirping of birds or the wind blowing the trees, it felt suffocating.
To be honest, I thought he lived in some old beat down trailer on the side of the road. That's what I was envisioning when they told me to check out his creepy old bus. This place is much bigger, and more expensive looking, than I would have ever imagined.
I quietly made my way around the house to the backyard, and there was the old creepy bus the rumors always talked about. All the windows were blacked out and it looked like someone placed it there and left it to rot, like it hadn't moved since it was first brought here. I started to make my way to the entrance of the bus, and you know what?? It seemed fairly normal at first.
I didn't really feel that scared anymore, not like anyone is here anyway. I walked up and opened the door, quickly gaining more confidence. Inside the bus, it looked like a pretty normal office. There were some filing cabinets, old wood bookshelves, a desk and chair. Scattered around the office were piles of notes, old papers, and leather-bound notebooks. As I looked closer I realized there were pictures of different children placed all over the walls and his desk. I'd assumed they were his children, but there were so many pictures, and they didn't look like Mr. Koets at all.
So, okay that's a little freaky, but maybe he just has like, 50 adopted children, I don't know. Maybe he's a photographer. Either way, it doesn't really matter, I'm here on a dare to prove I'm not a chicken, and pictures of random kids aren't going to keep me from finally having friends who think I'm actually one of them. Still though as much as I try to convince myself, I can't help but feel a little on edge.
I pulled out my pocket knife and walked over to the wood bookshelf, I started to carve a little drawing of a ghost, it was like a little signature to prove I'm here and that I actually did it. I stood for a second, feeling proud of my work, and for not chickening out of this. I did good, I can finally get out of here now that I've left my mark. Those pictures though... the ones of the children, they were a bit disturbing, but not my business...
As I started taking pictures of the bus, I began to feel really light-headed. I swear I could hear quiet whispers coming from all around me, or maybe it was just in my head? Everything began to darken, the shadows felt like they were pulling me in, and I just stood there frozen in place. My previous confidence was long gone now, all I felt was an inexplicable terror coursing through my veins. I smelled a horrible stench that I hadn't noticed until now. The smell of rotting meat, sweat, and urine, it made me want to curl my toes in horror.
I forced my legs to move, it felt like I was swimming through quicksand. I opened the door of the bus and jumped back down to the ground. That place felt plain wrong. There must be some kind of logical explanation, right? I shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, but either way I need to get out of here.
I started walking back the way I came, I was too tired to run, everything about that bus and that . I made my way home, every passing car, every odd noise, had me looking around in a frantic frenzy. Everything I did, heard, saw, had me in a panic.
But, I just kept walking, I knew realistically there wasn't anything to worry about, I was freaking because I did something outside my comfort zone and got creeped out. I'm trying to convince myself there's nothing to worry about--- but honestly--- it's not working, my gut tells me there is something wrong. I kept following that unfamiliar route as I made my way back home. I hope I never have to come back here again.

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