Our screams echoed around the abandoned clssroom. Then, as one, we turned and fled into the corridor. I kicked the door shut behind us. We stood there, our hearts pumping,our breathing ragged, staring at one another. Sweat rolled down Ukwon's pale cheeks. "What happened?" he moaned shakily. "Who was doing that writing?"

        Eyra clutched my arm. "______,she's alive! She wrote it! Miss Wydre!"

        "What are you kids doing up here?" demanded a voice. We spun round and screamed again. The school caretaker was blocking our path. A huge, hulking man with bulging muscles, his brutal face contorted with rage and confusion.

        I thought he looked like one of those serial killers i'd seen on a TV crime show. "Well, why did you go into that room?" he fumed, reaching out to grab Ukwon by the collar.

        "What room?" yelled Ukwon, jumping clear of the caretaker's thick hands. "We just thought we heard a noise, that was all". And with that, he darted past the menacing hulk and went sprinting down the corridor with us chasing behind him. We ignored the caretaker's shouts.

        "Come back here! I'll report you! STOP!"

        We clattered down the stairs. By the time we reached the courtyard, all the buses had left. A group of teachers looked up in surprise when they saw us racing toward the gate

        "______" called Miss Hayoung anxiously. "Why are you still in school? What have you been doing?" I just waved and kept running. And we didn't stop until we were well down the street. I grabbed Ukwon's arm and hauled him round to face me.

        "Well, see what you did?" i accused him. "It's all your fault! You tormented a dead woman's ghost!" And this time Ukwon had nothing to say.He just gaped at me.