"Mama," my nine-year-old son said as he got off the bus. "Our school is haunted!"
I looked at the kid. "Right. Why do you think that?"
"The lights flickered on and off all day."
"That doesn't mean anything," I said. "There could've been a power malfunction."
"But the mirror in the restroom shook, too!"
"That could've been caused by a vibration from the air conditioner."
Another kid came up behind us and put his two cents in. "Mrs. Ellis, the school really is haunted!"
"How do you know?" I asked.
"The pressure changed in the fifth grade hall and we all heard demonic voices."
So, what do you think? Is the school haunted? (I think the demonic voices were the janitors cussing out the utility companies!)