Classroom Ghost
I had encountered an apparition in my school.
It was a cloudy Saturday morning. Except for the sound of a few water droplets emanating from a slight drizzle, everything else was in total silence.
I woke up late and could not get to school on time. It was 10 a.m. when I got there. The rest of the class had already left for Sentosa excursion. Two of my classmates were also left behind, as I saw them seated at the canteen, complaining away miserably.
Not knowing them too well, I did not feel comfortable joining them. My parents would not come for the the next few hours as they were busy at work.
With so much time to kill, I decided to explore the school. I had never really done so since I joined the school two months ago. Looking around, I realised that the school compound was interestingly situated next to the chapel and a funeral parlour.
I went to the block furthest from the canteen. It was also the block nearest the funeral parlour. I wanted to play a prank on the students in those classes when they came to school on Monday and decided to write something on their classroom's blackboards.
It was then that I swear I saw it, if I am allowed to say "it". I was standing outside the first classroom.
At first, there was a flash, and then I could make out a rather misty, white silhouette.
It was certainly in a world of its own, floating in the air behind the class door. I froze outside the classroom. The silhouette floated around the room.
Physically, I appeared rather calm and composed but the idea of having witnessed a white silhouette floating in mid-air precipitated a certain degree of fear within me.
Shivers ran down my spine and I crossed my fingers, hoping to get out of the classroom immediately.
After a silent prayer, I scurried down to the first floor and bumped into friends from other classes. I told them what I saw and discovered from them that other eerie encounters had been witnessed.
On a chalkboard in one particular class, scribbles of a teacher's handwriting were observed one minute and on second glance, the board was clean.
I tried to re-compose myself on the assumption that everything could be due to my imagination but the fact that a funeral was going on just opposite simply added to my growing fear.
It was said to be 'privileged' to be able to observe spirits and ghosts. As for me, the encounter only brought me ill luck. I was hospitalised at the Tan Tock Seng Hospital two weeks later, for typhoid!
At times, I still wonder if the funeral opposite have any connections with the white silhouette?