The “Ghost”

Alana Schwartz
3 min readAug 30, 2021
Source: https://www.roomsketcher.com/office-design/office-layout/

I don’t believe in ghosts.

Just kidding. Do you think you know everything about how this intricate and crazy world works? If you do, then obviously you’re a ghost.

I had this weird incident in one of my offices, and the only explanation I have is that it was totally a ghost.

One of my many (million) jobs currently is working at this place called SHEKEL, which stands for something. You know what it stands for, obviously, so I don’t need to waste your time explaining it. Anyway, the office is arranged in this weird way that as you enter, there are two corridors on your right, and then the mysterious computer room on your left.

The Language Room where I teach is on the first right corridor. The second right corridor is offices. It is on the left of the right corridor.

So, I was finishing up work and the music teacher comes up to me and is like, “Do you know where the manager is?” and I answered that I did not, which is not unusual, as I never really see the manager. He is usually busy doing managing things in his office that is behind the computer room. Once I thought he came out of his office to talk to me, but actually he wanted to talk to the computer tech guy who I was talking to, and he made the computer tech guy go back to work and I was sad.

Anyway, the music teacher goes, “I just talked to him. I think he’s still here.”

So I finish up cleaning up my room and whatever and get ready to leave. It took me a few minutes and I did not see any sign of any other person in the office.

So, I am ready to leave. The music teacher, whose last student didn’t come, was ready to leave.

“Should I lock the door?” the music teacher asked me.

“Let’s make sure the manager is not here,” I offered. I checked my hallway. The music teacher checked the music room. Nobody. I hesitantly checked the computer room. The manager’s room was empty.

“I was just talking to him,” the music teacher said. “He was down that corridor.” He pointed to the corridor on the left.

There are three offices on the left, all with closed doors. I go to the first door and open it. Empty. I go to the second door. Empty. The third door is the strangest office, because the door is like, really heavy and the room is tiny, and I don’t know how the coordinator sits there every day with the heavy door closed with no windows. I turn to the heavy door. It looks heavy. I push the door. It is locked.

Probably, though, because I definitely didn’t put all my strength into opening the door, which often happens to me when I try to exit things like businesses or cars and the person is always like “Push harder!” and I feel ridiculous because my weak girl hands can’t really push on anything that hard. My sister said I need to start weight training and I definitely agree.

Anyway, I knock. Knocking is something that usually helps if someone is on the other side of a heavy door and probably has stronger wrists.

Nothing.

I exchange confused glances with the music teacher.

Where did the manager go? How did he disappear within like, five minutes? He was nowhere in the office. We checked all the rooms.

Have you come to the same conclusion that I did?? The only obvious solution is that the manager is actually a ghost. There was a ghost there that night with us. I have an empty office to prove it.

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Alana Schwartz

English teacher by trade, story writer for fun. You can contact me at alana.d.schwartz@gmail.com