so u guys do know the random story for this week is some kind of a ghost fanfiction; a true story

i read all of them and like omg its all amazing!!!

so i decided to share a story that happened to me about, 2 months ago.

So, I'm studying in a great High Performance All Girls School somewhere in Malaysia. Basically, my school is 200 years old this year, if I'm not wrong. It is indeed the history of my state since all the school which wealthy families of the British go to during the war. Anyways, I've heard rumors about the ghosts always come every 5 years. And to my 'luck', 2013 is the year that it'll come back. 

Another day in school, my English teacher told the whole class about the cleaners of the school has been complaining about seeing things in the restroom. And the coincidence strikes when another teacher of mine fainted infront of my class, while my English teacher was talking about the ghosts. The teacher that fainted soon told us that she saw a little kid inside of the PBS Room. 

Alright, let me explain. In Malaysia, PBS is a type of a new study for 99-liners and below. So, in order to keep the PBS files, we have to have a PBS Room. Their mistakes were, they used an old, rotten room that no one has ever used (it's beside my class) to make it as the new room. So probably, the ghosts were angry. 

You see, in my school, there weren't just one ghost. There were LOTS of them. 

Anyways, the teacher that fainted wanted 5 of my classmates (including me) to accompany her to the room. Me, being a 'tough' , went inside the room without the 4 other classmates with the teacher. 

She left me alone in the room and I was the last one to close the door, and the lights, but then I saw something, I saw someone. 

She was a Chinese girl, standing alone at the corner of the room, hair flowing from her head to her toes, wearing a pinafore that were all scratchy with bloods. 

I froze.

"Did you see that?" The teacher asked me. "See what?"

"I saw girl's head on the table!" She replied and all of my classmates gasped. 

Since I am a Muslim, I don't believe in ghost. I only believe that the spirit of the satan disguise the looks of the dead.  I told my teacher to read the sentences from the Holy Quran and stay loyal to god. 

When I saw the ghost, I read a few strong sentences from the Quran, and the ghost went angry. 

I went back to class and everything went blurry. I was reeeaaaallly cold! I started to shiver.

I excused myself to see my sister, but then I saw the ghost when I passed by the room. I couldn't stop crying. 

When my friend asked me how did the ghost looked like, I wanted to tell her, but then when I held my head high, I saw the ghost, placing her fingers on her lips, like she was signalling not to tell anyone.

A few days later, I was traumatized. I realised that there were a few chairs at my school that were written as 'In memories of ****, - 1995.'

(I've decided to not tell the name)

I wondered, who's the girl? 

I went to the library and searched through the school diary of 95 and a girl caught my attention.

In memories of ****, the girl who commited suicide at the school's rooftop.

I gasped as I saw a class picture of the girl.

It was her. The ghost.

I got to know more about the school's ghost.

But it was weird, since I'm the only one who saw the girl, the ghost. 

The others saw another ghost.

Some saw a ghost with long hair sitting on a student's lap. 

Some saw the ghost someone's period blood in the abandoned restroom.

Some saw a horse, running through the school.

Some saw little girls playing by the field.

And now it's July, I finally know why I was the only one who saw the ghost.

^{_{It was mine. The ghost was mine.}}