"Do you think ghosts and or the supernatural exists?" Jordan, a decent-looking young woman with long chestnut-colored and reddish-brown eyes, reminiscent of the Autumn season we found ourselves in currently, glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, a curvy body hidden under layers of clothing.

"Ghosts?"

Jordan turned her body a bit more as she sat on the staircase's steps, originally staring out a long window, starting from the first floor of the school and reaching the third, a large Autumn tree blocking our view. "You know, spirits, phantoms..."

"I know what a ghost is, I mean, why are you mentioning ghosts?"

She licked her lips before looking out to the tree sitting comfortably outside the window's wall of glass, branches scratching at its nearly - perfectly polished surface. "I don't know, ghosts just intrigue me and I thought it'd be fun to y'know... go ghost hunting with a friend~." She gave a coy expression, glancing at me from time to time.

"You want to ghost hunt?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

"Why do you want to ghost hunt all of a sudden?"

"It's just a thought I had earlier this morning. Thought it'd be fun..." She let out a deep-seated sigh before going on, "It'd at least break up the monotony that is living in this town."

"There are plenty of abandoned buildings around, why don't you look for them yourself. That'd surely help with you, 'monotonous' time in this town, right?"

"I'm scared to go alone."

"I see... is that I-" I cut myself out before saying something redundant, visibly waving the thought away with my hand. "I'll do it if you want. Not like I have anything better to do."

Jordan spun around in the spot she was sitting on to look up at me as I stood overlooking the staircase she planted her ass upon. She pressed her lips together before standing up, heading up the stairs to stand beside me. "Are you not scared of ghosts?" She asked, hands in her skirt pockets.

"I've never seen a ghost or anything so why should I be scared of it? Not like I know what it could do or not."

"Have you seen the Exorcist... Para-"

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

"I have - also, the Exorcist had a Demon, not a ghost, same with Paranormal Activity."

She clicked her tongue, furrowing her eyebrow as if thinking hard about what she would say next. "Maybe Demons don't exist and there are just ghosts?"

"I don't know Jordan, I'm not an exorcist, a ghost, nor am I a... whatever deals with those kinds of things."

"What would you do if you saw a ghost?"

"Depends on what the ghost would look like or do."

Jordan gave an attentive nod with a cute determined little grunt, first I heard her do that but y'know, it made me happy. I blew some air out from my nose and begun heading back to class due to our time together being mostly during lunch. As I left, I turned back around to look at Jordan, "Tell me when you want to do it." I said this whilst pointing to my phone before leaving.

***

I think I might be going crazy...

As the class proceeded after my lunchtime conversation with Jordan - I saw something extremely peculiar, something that no one else seemed to see. I'm only taking a shot in the dark here but I legitimately believe that the stress might be catching up to me because I swear I saw a massive fucking monster clamber into the room and started mimicking the exact words the teacher was saying during our English class.

Oddly tall, gaunt face, grey skin, and glistening black eyes, almost devoid of life. It's boney hands skimming across an oversized book that it carried with itself as it squeezed through a door too small for its lumbering size while wearing a gym uniform. I had to double-take on the rest of the classroom since nobody seemed to have recognized its presence, only staring intently at the teacher as they wrote quaint words onto a whiteboard, washed clean of ink.

Every so often, that thing would smack its lips, licking them with a dried-up tongue, cracks, and fissures lined across its muscled membrane.

After 10 minutes of mimicking the Teacher's lecture, it looked over at me...

I think it noticed that I was glancing at it while taking notes... fuck... those eyes. Empty... like a doll. I swallowed on the accumulated saliva that sat under my tongue as it went down a dry throat, heart racing in a panic as I completely focus my attention on the teacher. I couldn't help but lick my lips like it was, feeling as if my entire body was dried of all of the water inside it as its body shrunk to the size of a normal person's whilst it's neck elongated - head inflated to its utmost degree as it stretched its way to my end of the classroom, head hovering above mine, staring intently as my eyes welled up with tears for I dared not to blink.

Then... suddenly... it disappeared.

I quickly got up from my chair, hand raised. "What-?"

"I need to vomit!" I yelled, storming out from the classroom, surprising everyone else within it. This was only the second time I've felt like this but somehow I feel ten times worse than the first time...

Yeah...

It was fear...

I have rarely felt fear ever in my life, the only times in which I have been in Middle School and today, though I didn't vomit due to it in Middle School. I have to be going crazy... that is the only explanation. But... something just doesn't feel right. Something about that entire situation doesn't feel right. I'm sure that I'm just seeing things but this is pushing it.

This overwhelming dread... yeah, "Dread", that's the word.

If this is how it's like seeing ghosts then... I hope that was just my imagination. If that was not my imagination then... I'm way over my head here.