Wisps of Smoke

I've worked in many different places. From schools to construction sites I've worked. My first job cleaning in the elementary school near our house was more frightening than it should have been.

It was the first place I have ever felt such foreboding sense of being watched. Even when I knew, I KNEW, I was alone in a class room I felt some one watching me. I could never really get over that ominous feeling. There was more than once when I swore I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I'd look and no one was there.

Once, from across the library I saw something that looked like a wisp of white smoke. As I watched it, it seemed to take form the from of a small child. Something seemed to be out of place. The air felt colder and my instincts told me to run. Knowing what the fight-or-flight response is , I kept walking with a slightly higher pace.

As I said, I've worked in many places, but that was the first with such a feeling.