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Teenage Ghost
Josh woke up in the unlit school hallway that lead to Vi’s bathroom, a full moon shone in through the windows. The closer he got to the door the colder the hallway became, eventually he could see his breath. He glanced down at his arms, the hairs were standing on end from the gooseflesh.
He thought about going back from where he came from and warming up. Josh turned around and glanced back down the hallway. All he saw was a narrowing hallway that grew darker and darker the further back it went. Until finally it was pitch black at the end.
Josh turned around and walked into the girls bathroom.
The entire room was in disarray, and looked as if had been abandoned for over sixty years. There was mold and dirt on everything. Th fluorescent lights above flicked off and on in a unpatterned strobe fashion. One of the protective covers had been busted out and the flickering bulb was hanging by a wire a fourth way out of it’s frame.
On the wall, most of the mirrors were missing. Some mirrors were broken, only one remained intact and it was covered in filth around the edges. The bathroom stalls were mostly broken down. Doors were falling off the hinges, if they were even there. Rust could be seen everywhere you looked. The water inside the toilets was brown from it, with mildew type islands floating in the sea of rust water.
The entire room smelled of mildew, rust, and filth.
“Are you looking for me?”
Josh heard the voice behind him, it almost sounded like Vi. He was too afraid to turn around. He waited for a few minutes and then turned to see what was there.
Nothing but moldy wall tiles.
He walked to the one remaining mirror and glanced in it at the reflection of himself. He looked normal, just as he had before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Then, over his shoulder. He saw it.
At first he thought it was a rotting corpse. It had pale, dry, rotting flesh. The eyes were sunken in and iced over blue, like the eyes of the dead. The black frail hair, frizzy and dry like an old plastic doll.
It disappeared in flash of black smoke and rose up in the air. Slowly it faded, until it couldn’t be seen.
Josh grasped at his throat. He felt as if he was breathing in something heavy. It was choking him with air.
Josh began to drown from the air he breathed in.
He rushed hurriedly to the bathroom door to try to escape. He could not gasp a single breath of air. He slipped and fell several times on the moldy, slimy floor tile. Just as he was going to pass out, he reached the door and pulled it open.
Josh looked in fear and despair as he saw black nothingness on the other side of the door.
He choked once more for lack of air and fell to the ground. The door closed in front of him.