Debra Lally

Little did I know it was just beginning.

Oh, good.

In January, I was sitting behind the fireplace at the snack table with another girl, Julie.

Julie looked at me and said, there's a ghost.

And when I asked where, she just casually said, it's here.

Oh, my gosh.

Now you may think, all right, this little ragamuffin heard for this from someone else and was just repeating it since she was two.

And what else do you do it to?

No freaking way.

This girl was beyond her years when it came to her language.

You could have a full conversation with her and convince yourself she was a kindergartner in kindergarten, even though she could fit in your pocket.

She was the only kid who I would hands down believe.

I mean, the kid built a Panera out of blocks one morning.

How can you not trust her judgment?

I respect that a little bit.

I had chills all day.

The next day during lunch, four kids started laughing, getting really silly, and pointing to the spot my old student pointed at in November, the spot above the fireplace.

I should also mention this is like eight feet off the ground.

The teachers couldn't even reach the top.

One of the girls at the table turns and looks me dead in the eye before saying, that's not safe, that baby shouldn't be up there.