Spooky business under the halls

The tales of dead horsemen buried under the school halls had to be just that, fabulous stories created by teenagers to scare each other. They couldn't possibly be true. Rajina was sure.  80 percent certain anyway. It would have been a really had idea to build a school with dormitories over a burial ground. Besides the ghosts, the digging during construction would be hard and what if the students in their youthful vigor excavated something unpleasant? It would scar them forever, there would be complaints from the parents everyone would have to be sent home the school could close possibly. And it would be a stupidendously idiotic idea. Of all the empty lands in the capital what insane mind would decide a burial ground to be the most suitable to build a high school anyway.

And yet. Yet yet yet. She had definitely heard the screams they were real and they were spooky as hell. They had sent a chill down her spine, she had found herself shaking in the middle of that warm summer evening, her arm hairs had stood up on their ends. It wasn't just nothing, she was sure there was more to it than being a fantastic fiction from funny people. You couldn't fake that eerie environment. The smell in the air, the deep empty emotion it created inside you, as if you wanted to empty your bowels all of a sudden, intestines and all it was a strange powerful sensation she had never felt before. A ghost it may not be, but it was still spooky business that she was sure about.