I Quit Teaching Because Of This Terrifying Incident. I’ve Never Told Anyone About It Until Now.

And as the door swung wider, as the florescent light of the hall expanded into the stairs, I saw someone standing down there. It was a girl. With long black hair. Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see her face. She was near what I thought was the bottom of the staircase.

I bent forward to get a better look. It was the same girl I had seen standing outside this very door the week prior. I was about to call out to her when I noticed something very strange.

There was something odd in the way she was standing. It was as if she were leaning too far back towards me. It struck me as unnatural, and disturbed me just enough to make me catch my tongue for a moment. But she must have heard me because she started walking down the steps.

And that’s when I saw it.

My eyes had travelled down her back. She was wearing a cream-coloured sweater, waist-high. A dark knee-length skirt flowed neatly out below that. But at the bottom…

Her feet were turned the wrong way. They were facing me.

I couldn’t really tell because the angle of the stairs obscured my vision so that I couldn’t get a full view of her feet. But I saw enough when she lifted them to make me step back in horror.

To this day, I don’t know for sure if that’s what I actually saw. But accurate or not, the image has been burned into my memory so that on some restless, sleepless nights, the vision of those feet still come to me from dark corners of my room.

I was hoping to finish this account today but there is too much to tell. I had to find out who that girl was. I had to know what was in the basement. And I had to do it without losing my wits. I will write more as soon as I am able.