Short Horror Stories

Urban legend

For a moment I stare at the building rising before me into view.

My new workplace, but also my old school.

It was newly built when I took my first year there as a student and now I can see that it has aged a little. Though buildings do seem to age slower than people.

I wonder if there are still some of the old staff from my years left here.

Honestly I wasn't so sure if I wanted to return to this place, but I don't have too many bad memories of it and I was in need of a job. I've only recently received my certificate to teach, maybe a place I know might be the best choice for me right now?

I breathe in... and then breathe out the sweet autumn air.

It's time to go.

Entering the building I feel as if I'm taken back to the time I first entered.

It's all so strange and yet familiar.

I can't help but feel a little excited.

I greet the person working at the front office and he tells me where I have to go.

The principal's office.

I let him give me instructions on how to get there, but I know where it is from memory.

Not that I got sent there a lot, it's just one of the places that stuck with me.

Without any problem and some stares from curious kids walking around I find the room.

Politely I knock on the door.

"Please come in." I hear and open the door.

Before me sits another chairman than the one I had, making me feel slightly bummed out.

"Good morning, I'm Petra. We talked over the phone." I greet the man and stretch out my hand for a handshake.

He takes it and smiles: "Thank you for coming on time and on such short notice."

"It's my pleasure, I know of the staff shortage and wanted to do something for my old school."

"Right, you used to go here. Is it still like you remember?"

A bit awkward for my vague response I answer him: "It changed a lot, but at the same time it's still the same."

He laughs: "Well I'm glad you could come."

He stands up from his seat and takes me back outside, together we walk towards the classroom I'm supposed to teach.

"Ready?" He asks as he sees me fidgeting with my sleeves.

I only give him a firm nod and open the door.

It's so strange to see the room from the other side. I'll probably get used to it at some point.