The Schoolhouse

“The school looks older than I remember.  And significantly smaller,” I whispered as my cousin and I peeked out from behind the shed.  We weren’t supposed to be here, which is exactly why we were. We were supposed to be tucked safely into our beds at our grandmother’s house just down the street. 

“I don’t think it’s been used in several years,” Sophia whispered back.  She was the inspiration for this midnight trip, especially since becoming obsessed with the paranormal.  Sophia wanted to explore every old and abandoned building and I had somehow become her accomplice. 

“How are we going to get in?  All of the doors are probably locked.”  As I waited for Sophia’s response, my heart started to pound.  I one hundred percent believed in ghosts and entering an abandoned schoolhouse was not on the top of my to-do list.  The longer I waited for Sophia to answer, the more nervous I became. 

My heart nearly popped out of my chest when I saw the shadowy figure skirting around the edge of the schoolhouse. 

“Sophia!  Sophia!”  Had I known then what I knew now, I never would have gone to the schoolhouse in the first place.  It wasn’t until I was the figure lurking around the schoolhouse that I realized Sophia was not at all who I thought she was. She was much scarier.