What's That In The Back Corner Of The Classroom?

It was during school choir camp when I was in Sec 1. My school was (and still is) located in the western side of Singapore and in that particular neighbourhood, the surrounding area is well-known to have weird happenings. By the time it got dark, the school did look creepy. There were 2 blocks, of which 1 was out of bounds to anyone during the school holiday period. So we had to sleep in Block A, divided into 2 (I think) classrooms. Of course, the senior students kept telling us numerous scary stories about haunted spots around the school the entire day. One of the stories was that if you heard someone walking along the corridors, dragging their slippers, that's a tell-tale sign of a ghost. Not going to lie, I was scared but I had my close friends so I tried to be brave about it.

Before lights-out, most of us had already slipped into our sleeping bags for the night. We formed 2 rows of about maybe 7 girls in the room with all chairs and desks pushed to the side where the windows were. My friends and I took the back row, lying down with our heads towards the back of the classroom. When it's finally time, some of the seniors wished us a good night before giving one last scare, "If you hear someone asks you 'what's your name' in Mandarin, don't answer!" Then they switched off all lights in the classroom and scuttled away just as some of the more timid girls screamed. Me? I just froze.

But we all calmed down soon enough and there was just silence. I said a prayer and tried to fall asleep despite how uncomfortable I was. That's when I heard a soft sound of the back door opening. The same one that the seniors closed just now. I was like, really? Another scare? Some rustling... A couple footsteps...

"Eh sorry ah, I want my Oreo!"

I could hear a huge collective sigh of relief from all of us in the room when we heard our senior's voice. Basket! We shooed away whoever it was and she apologized before leaving. I said another prayer to further calm myself down and closed my eyes.

That's when I heard it. More footsteps, as if coming from the same back door. I can't remember if the door had opened before I heard it. But I definitely could sense someone walking behind my head. The footsteps were slow but not draggy. Very soft. What I felt the most was its presence and my fear. It was very silent and my heart started beating really, really fast.

I assumed it was another one of the seniors looking for more snacks or something but the footsteps went all the way to the back corner of the classroom and stopped.

So I did the not so stupid thing of slowly turning my head to peek at whoever or whatever is behind me. I didn't know why but in that moment, I wanted to see it. I was scared so I took my time turning my head to look up towards it and immediately bowed down when I saw something glowing white.

STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID! (Sorry, but I was seriously freaking out inside)

NO IDEA WHAT THAT WAS, DIDN'T WANNA KNOW, OH MY GOD HELP ME! I quickly started praying, repeating whatever I knew over and over in my head. Not sure if it's because I was so scared that I imagined it but I could have sworn that it came closer to me. But I just kept on praying and hoping for morning to come. Thankfully, I somehow fell asleep with no further disturbances.

The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was petrified but didn't say a word to my friends or anyone else. What a crazy night. Ever since then, I hate the idea of camping.