Debra Lally

What the fuck?

Again, nothing was there.

My heart dropped into my butt.

And I was like, yep, it's time to leave this place.

The crescendo of the haunting was two days later.

I was having a snack with Julie again when she calmly stated, I can't understand.

I asked about what she was listening to.

The school was on a busy road and there was always something fun happening outside.

She looks up from her homemade granola cereal, again, boozy-ass school with personal chefs, to say, what's he, what he's saying?

I can't understand what he's saying to me.

Now sitting there, probably hungover from wine Wednesday, I partook in the night before.

I'm like, I don't have the energy for this bullshit today.

When I asked who was talking, figuring she meant one of her three classmates also sitting with us, she said, him, that red guy.

What?

While pointing to the empty chair next to me.

Ladies, my Uber was there.

I looked up at her, my heart now in my toes, and asked her to tell me...

success and asked her to tell me again who uh who it was and she said that guy that stripey guy over there and pointed next to the table my mind went to a million places at that point i think all right you motherfucker there's either one small child and red stripes walking around or we have accumulated three ghosties a baby someone covered in blood and an old time escape prisoner

personally i wasn't about any of these options best part of all of this i was the last one to take my break so for an hour every day i just sit in the class alone i'm not gonna get up again because that didn't go well last time but that motherfucker just said his name he just said nicholas he's astute nicholas you are astute

Okay.