Anthology of CCSS Paranormal Stories

Part I
I had to dig up a collection of the strange encounters I experienced the past 19 years in the school. Somehow, these strange tales never failed to capture the attention of students...no matter what age. Well, I guess I better record them now and share.

"Communication does not need words"

This incident happened to one of the teachers, and it is certainly something that boggles the mind. I wonder how she can ever return to that room since that incident.

She teaches a subject that encourages creativity, and her lessons are always interesting and interactive. She wanted her students to learn more look at the environment around them, and try to draw out lesson from them; to look at things from different perspectives.

"Sometimes, you do not need words to communicate. Look at the plants and flowers. They will speak to you. Translate what they tell you into your drawings." She told the eager young minds. Wow...so profound. I did wonder how many of the kids really knew what that meant.

After the lesson ended and the students had left, she was left in the room alone, and went to the corner to do some work. In the humid, lazy afternoon, she could feel there was something more troublesome than just the heat.

Minutes passed in silence as she became absorbed in her work. The air in the room has become very stifling indeed. She glanced to her left and right, feeling as if she was being watched. Do the walls really have eyes and ears?

Then something caught her attention. She became extremely still.

The overhead projector came on, and the screen was lit up. The room became extra quiet, and it was as if, the noise outside was cut off totally. She was startled momentarily, and thought she had forgotten to switch off the power supply. But then, the switches in the room have always seemed to play tricks with her.

The laptop that has been shut down came to life...(mind you, ours is password protected and would need the code keyed in before it can work)....beside her...the side door slammed shut. There had not even been the slightest breeze blowing at all.

She took a calming breath and decided that a power surge was behind the happenings. But then...her powerpoint presentation, the one with the title "Silent Communication" appeared on the screen. Big and bold, the words screamed in her mind.

She could feel the end of her toes and fingers tingling, prickling. She felt ITS presence in the room with her. IT moved even closer up to her. She knew IT was there...somewhere...

"Do you want to tell me something?"
Click....the next slide came on.

"Do I know you?" ...click, the next picture moved.
She sat quietly down on the chair, quite unable to move. Her heart was in her mouth, and she was torn between wanting to run away in fear, and desperation in wanting to understand what she thought was IT.

"Are you ok?"...nothing moved. The slide remained at the same picture.

"Are you unhappy?" Click...the next picture came on.

She felt she though IT was hovering near her...beckoning her. A cool breath blew against her face and she closed her eyes momentarily...looking...but not seeing anything.

Crash...a small sculpture fell onto the floor. She jumped back in fear.

"But I am so sorry...I don't know how I can help you...I..I..." she stammered , and felt it was necessary to leave the room.

Immediately, the slides were shown in a confused series, at an amazing speed. Another door slammed shut. She sensed IT's growing frustration.

She decided to walk out at that moment...but something made her turn back to look at the screen again. The slides were shown faster now...moved by an invinsible remote...

"I wish you can tell me how...I do want to help." she said, muttering a prayer quietly. "I really do."

And then, as the presentation came to an end, the programme closed by itself. The laptop did an automatic shutdown, while the light from the projector died.

Had she imagined it? Had she been so tired...and missing someone so much, that she had managed to reach out to the other dimension?

She can't tell for sure...except that she was a badly shaken person who came into the staff room later...who would believe her ?

I do...for the remains of that broken sculpture was there on the floor. No hallucination would can ever explain why the piece that came crashing to the ground was the creation....of someone we have lost........


Is this the end? No...there are other encounters...but each one as unexplainable as the other...Is IT still there? ....I am not telling.