Ghost

Afterschool II

The phone rings in the empty school office. It echoes through the whole room and down the hallways. Not even the janitor is there. Ms. Leslie sits at her desk, gently picking up the phone. She clears her throat.

"Clear Creek High, how may I help you?"

"I'd like to have a word with Principal Howard again." responds the dark voice.

"I'm sorry, honey. Principal Howard just left for home. You'll have to leave a message."

"No, ma'am. I think I'll just have a word with you."

"My, my. Well, speak to me, Julie! How are you?" she says.

"I'm not Julie."

Ms. Leslie takes off her glasses and sets them on the desk. She leans over and checks the caller ID.

"Well, sweetie. You're calling from that number!"

"I know. My dear Agatha, I feel sorry for you." he says.

"Why so?"

"You work for that pig Howard."

"My, don't call him a pig. He may have his ways, but-"

"You still stick up for him."

"Well, it's my job, sweetie. Now tell me, who is this?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not? Is this a prank call? Listen, I won't entertain this any longer, sweetie." she says in a sweet voice.

"Prank calls are for comedies. Why do you think this is a prank call? Is it because I haven't harassed you yet?"

"Why would you harass me?"

"It's a horror movie, lady."

"What do you mean, a horror movie?"

"It's simple. You see, this is the part where you start to panic and threaten to call the police."

"Oh dear.." she says scratching her head. Loud footsteps begin to echo through the office, each step making a squeak followed by a thud. She looks around her, noticing all the doors are closed.

"Okay, you've spooked me. Leave me alone now, please." she says.

"Why would I leave you alone now? This is the best part."

Ms. Leslie presses the red button on the phone, ending the call. The footsteps begin to get closer and closer, before a dark blur catches her she through the glass door. She gasps and gets on her knees, huffing as she crawls underneath her desk. The door opens slowly. Ms. Leslie watches as a black mass walks around the office. She begins to heavily breathe as she listens to the steps around her. Nervously shaking, she holds the phone in her hand. With a squint, she begins to dial 911, but each dial makes a sound. The footsteps stop, causing Ms. Leslie to pause her movements. Her widened eyes focus to the side of the desk, where the unknown figure stands. Her heart begins to race rapidly as she lay paralyzed, hidden under her desk. After a pause, the phone begins to ring. Ms. Leslie jumps at the sound and quickly presses the red button on the phone again, shaking as she realizes her cover is blown.

Gasps begin to exit from her body as the boots have changed position from the side of the desk to in front of it. A gloved hand grabs her by her hair, pulling her from underneath the desk. She howls, pulling herself back from the tight clench on her hair. The masked killer draws his blade and rapidly sweeps her neck with the edge, causing blood to pour. The woman holds her now-open throat, coughing red and spraying it all over the desk. The ghastly murderer flicks the blood from his silver knife with his two fingers. After doing so, he walks over to the other side of the desk and pulls at her pale and wrinkled legs, dragging her from underneath the desk. Innocent blood mops the floors of Clear Creak as Ms. Leslie's elderly corpse is taken by the merciless killer.