I go to Robinson Middle School and know a lot about this ghost, actually. Her name is Christine. She was an eighth grader a long time ago. She was shoved down stairwell B in the school and was killed when her neck snapped.

She haunts the school not for vengeance, instead for fun. I have a pendulum and I used it in school, and was able to talk to her. She spun it in a circle for “yes,” back and forth for “no,” and shook the chain for a “maybe.” She was very polite, and when I asked her if she was the same person, she confirmed it.

Sometimes, in my orchestra class, we could see the curtains swaying to and fro. The doors are all shut. There’s no windows open.