Final Exams

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.