Shannon Trevor
One Thousand Club
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A hand crept out from underneath the cabinet. A pale white hand and nothing more. It scuttled on fingers and thumb toward Miss Wasson. Distracted, she did not see it as it crept up to where she had crouched. Cold fingers brushed her own. Surprise flashed across her face before she looked down.
The story has a basic premise but a lot of potential. Every school has its share of ghost stories and urban legends but yours has more than most.
Your character, a pupil at the school, has taken an interest in getting to the bottom of these tales. You team up with other school mates and my character, your Math teacher, in an attempt to find out the truth.
A hand crept out from underneath the cabinet. A pale white hand and nothing more. It scuttled on fingers and thumb toward Miss Wasson. Distracted, she did not see it as it crept up to where she had crouched. Cold fingers brushed her own. Surprise flashed across her face before she looked down.
The story has a basic premise but a lot of potential. Every school has its share of ghost stories and urban legends but yours has more than most.
Your character, a pupil at the school, has taken an interest in getting to the bottom of these tales. You team up with other school mates and my character, your Math teacher, in an attempt to find out the truth.
