The high school building was always spooky
even during the middle of the day,
those long dark corridors with blue linoleum floors,
plus thee only light from those frosted windows at the end
where the face the outside,
just screamed the something sinister dwelled within.
Even the classroom doors on each level
had the same type of glass
it too added to the sense or eerie atmosphere
that made taking classes so distracting,
especially when remembering those legends of ghosts teachers,
that were hideous and horrifying image
who stalked the halls after sundown
ready to give student their own macabre final exams.
How the kids would grow so sick at their stomachs
when that chill came over their bones
anytime a strange ghastly silhouette
appeared for a blink on the door glass before it vanished.
But it was just treated as imagination,
those claims that an evil portal was in the basement
treated as a myth,
some silly superstition that could never be true.
When Troy opened those front doors
so he and his three friends to prove the scary tales where lies
late one Monday night in October
its hinges creaked in tingling tones,
still they refused to let that noise
keep them from going inside.
Had been a six months since the mentor from hell,
an old dried up crone called, Ms. Mapes, died and was buried.
Her pasty, wrinkled, pudgy face,
short bent, full figured form,
eyes that some swore had black pupils
and crooked fingers with long yellow nails
didn’t give her the appearance of kindness,
but it was her voice that grated on the nerves,
every way she seem to want to devour people,
which made her seem like a pure malovelence.
They crept down the halls,
did their best to ignore,
sounds of moans and cries of, ‘oh god no,”
trash cans being knocked over
even though nobody else was in the building.
Wasn’t until they came to the third floor
their gaze fell upon the presence of Ms. Mape’s rotting corpse.
When she raised a hand and pointed at them,
quickly, with hearts pounding they yelled
before trying to escape,
but it did not good
for she real was an educator demon spawn,
possessed of a power to drag them into her old room.
Inside her ghoul appetite feasted
happily eating another organ
as the failed to answer her test question
in a frightening voice.
By morning only bits of their bodies were left,
on the chalkboard Ms. Mape’s name
was written in their blood
sickeningly carrying a stench of decaying flesh.
Though the room was never used again
paint tried to cover over that name,
each night it comes back.
Nobody cares to explain
occasions when some students
vanish after failing some final exam,
next morn his or her mutilated remains
always found in her classroom.
