Created by Mariella Renee Mariveles and Kleian Kristoffer Bascon
I've been alive for 30 years and i've never once seen a ghost,
at the age of 18 i stopped going to school i was part of the hippie revelation, I spent 7 years wandering around japan doing manual labor, one of those side jobs i work as a night watchman at a middle school.
I was about to ride an elevator with my friends it was only just three of us and they both warned me about the ghost standing beside me
They describe this woman wearing a grey suite standing next to me in the elevator but there was actually a woman in the elevator it was only the three of us
There's a ghost!!!!!!
It was windy october night I made my rounds every 9:00 pm and 3:00 am roaming all 20 classrooms and I take breaks every time I finished my rounds, but that particular night wasn't a normal one it was different.....
That night I walked more quickly than normal down the hallway. The rubber soles of my shoes made slapping sound... About the halfway down the length of the hallway was the entrance way of the school. I saw something, it was a spot next to the door
And there I was. That is to say-- It was a mirror. There was nothing there except my own image reflecting back at me.
I feel relieved at the same time stupid
This person is staring at me hated me from the very depths of his soul.
I abruptly noticed something strange. The image in the mirror wasn't me. The outward appearance was me. There was no mistaking that, but it was not me
I guess you probably know how the story ends: I've never been able to forget the fear I felt that night. Of course there was never any mirror there. All of which is o say, It wasn't a ghost that i saw, All i saw was myself...