I don't really know where to start this, but I have a problem.

It all started this afternoon, when I got out of school.

It was quite a normal school's day, you know, talking to your friends, making fun of teachers behind their backs, daydreaming about your crush, the usual stuff, but the strangeness came when I walked out of the school building and headed for my bike.

I wanted to take my key out of my pocket, but then I noticed that I lost it, so I went back inside to look for it.

The strangeness-factor raised when I saw a man, a teacher coming out of the bike stall behind me.

I don't know what it was that ticked me off really. Maybe, it was his look, maybe the way he walked, maybe just the overall creepiness of some teachers, anyway, I got a nervous feeling.

I shrugged it off and went back inside.

Inside, I was one of the last students, because well I had had detention. Alone. The worst thing that can happen to you at school, well second to losing your pants in the classroom.

I went to the reception, but found no one there. I looked in the basket with found keys. Obviously, mine were not among them.

Well, shit, I thought.

As I turned around, I saw the teacher standing behind me.

For an instant, he had a creepy look on his face, but it changed in a wide smile.

''What's wrong, kid?'' he asked.

''Lost my keys.'' I muttered.

''You sure they not in the basket?'' he asked.

''No.'' I answered.

''No, what?'' the guy asked.

''No, sir.'' I said. They were pretty strict about titles and names on my school.

Anyway, I wanted to walk away, but the guy blocked my way and said: ''Why don't you look in one of the classrooms?'' he asked.

''No, I can get my spare keys at home.'' I said.

''Why don't you take a look in one of the classrooms anyway?''

''No thanks, sir. I'm quite sure they'll turn up later.''

''Okay, kid.'' the teacher said. He let me pass and when I walked to the door, I turned around one more time to take a good look at him.

He was dressed pretty strange, actually.

He wore a brown blazer with elbow patches and a grey set of pants. The pants were quite dirty.

When I looked at his face, I saw that he was awfully pale and that his black hair was quite dull.

I shook my head and walked outside.

I went back later that afternoon to get my bike and I rode away on it.

Back home, I got behind my computer and started browsing the internet, watching a film or two, listening to some music, but as it got later and later and the air outside went dark, I started feeling more and more uncomfortable.

I tried to ignore it, but the feeling remained.

It all escalated at around 23:30 when my room got cold. The temperature dropped at least ten degrees.

I was still at my computer, because it was Friday and because I wasn't planning on sleeping until 3 o' clock or so.

When it got colder, the feeling of uneasiness became bigger and bigger, and when it was at it's worst, I almost had to throw up, because of the nerves.

I Opened Open Office, like I always do when I'm feeling bad and I started typing. I started typing. What I typed were sentences that made no sense. Things like: Help Me!, or: Please!, or just incomprehensible things.

But then, I felt the control slipping from my fingers and my body as I typed one more sentence:

Behind You...

When I was done typing, I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my shoulder.

I looked at my shoulder out of the corner of an eye and saw a hand on it.

The hand was connected to an arm that disappeared in a ragged brown blazer.

I resisted the urge to scream and looked back to the screen.

There I opened up another file of Open Office and started typing this.

At the moment, I'm still sitting here, typing. It's now 4:20 and I still haven't turned around.

I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know what's standing behind me, but I do know that I am not going to turn around if I can avoid it.

I don't know if I'll make it to daylight, which I presume will stop the ghost or creature behind me, but if that is not the case... I'm fucked.

I'm tired. I want to close my eyes and lay my head on my bureau, but I don't know what I will see when I open them again. If I open them again...

The End...