 no, no, no. I yank on the door and dart inside the thankfully empty bathroom. I know it won't do any good, but I lock myself in a stall and pull my feet up, burying my head against my knees. The only sounds in the room are my labored breaths and the drip of a faucet someone forgot to turn off all the way.

It's too cold. A normal ghost won't turn everything into a deep freeze. My shivering has nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with what I know is coming. Frost begins creeping up the sides of the stall. I want to run, but where? Go tearing through the halls of school screaming about a ghost that's trying to kill me? It won't go over well. Trust me, I've tried. The stall door starts shaking and I curl up into a ball and rock back, humming to block out the noise.

I don't have a pen. He can't make me write anything. The rattling door bangs against the stall walls and I slap my hands over my ears. Go away! Just go away, please! My begging does nothing to stop him. I shut myself down to outside influences as best I can, but his creeping, freaky cold inches its way under my skin, through my body and into my mind. There's nothing I can do to stop from lifting my finger to the wall of the frost-covered stall.

Not wanting to look, I keep my eyes squeezed shut as tightly as I can. His influence becomes more forceful, dragging my fingers across the wall, demanding I acknowledge him. I fight as hard as I can, but I can't regain control. Panic seizes me as I try to wrench my hand away from him, but it's impossible. Blood runs down the inside of the cheek I'm biting to keep myself from screaming.

"No," I finally whisper. "Stop it, please. Leave me alone!"

A roar builds in my mind, not a scream, not words, just deafening white noise that slams into my mind over and over again. I'm crying, my tears freezing as they roll down my cheeks, but nothing I do has any effect. He smashes my palm against the wall, the force so frightening I look up on instinct. His hazy, horrible form hovers over me, carrying with it unspeakable agony. One indistinct hand is
no, no, no. I yank on the door and dart inside the thankfully empty bathroom. I know it won't cause any commodity, but I lock myself in a stall and draw my foot up, burying my head against my knee. The only sounds in the room are my heavy breath and the drip of a faucet someone forgot to plow off all the way. 

 It's too cold. A normal touch won't call on everything into a deep freeze. My shivering has nothing to do with the cold and everything to make with what I know is coming. Frost begin creeping up the sides of the stall. I want to scat, but where? Go tearing through the halls of school screaming about a ghost that's test to kill me? It won't go over well. Trust me, I've tried. The booth door starts shaking and I curl up into a ball and rock back, humming to block out the noise. 

 I don't have a playpen. He can't make me write anything. The rattle doorway bang against the stall walls and I slap my hands over my ears. Go away! Just proceed away, please! My begging does nothing to stop him. I close myself down to outside influences as best I can, but his crawl, freaky cold inches its room under my hide, through my body and into my mind. There's nothing I can do to stop from pilfer my finger to the wall of the frost - covered booth. 

 Not wanting to look, I keep my eyes coerce shut as tightly as I can. His influence becomes more forceful, dragging my finger across the wall, demand I acknowledge him. I crusade as hard as I can, but I can't regain control. Panic seizes me as I test to wrench my handwriting away from him, but it's impossible. Blood runs down the inside of the cheek I'm biting to continue myself from screaming. 

 " No, " I finally whisper. " discontinue it, please. Leave me alone! " 

 A roar builds in my mind, not a scream, not discussion, just deafening white noise that slams into my mind over and all over again. I'm crying, my tears freeze as they roll down my cheeks, but nothing I cause has any effect. He smash my palm against the wall, the force indeed frightening I look up on instinct. His hazy, horrible form hovers over me, carry with it unspeakable agony. One indistinct hand is
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 no, no, no. I yank on the door and daRt inside thE thanKfuLly EmPty bAthrOom. I know it won't DO any Good, but I lock myself in a sTall aNd PUll mY FeEt up, bUrying mY HeAD AgaInSt My kNeES. THe onlY soUnds in tHe room are mY laBoRed breaths anD ThE drip of a faUceT someone forgOt tO turn oFf All THe way.

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i don't Have a pEn. He cAn'T make me write anyThinG. The rattlIng DoOr bAnGs agaINst the StaLl wAlls and i slap my HAndS oVER My Ears. Go away! Just go awAy, PLEaSe! My beggIng doeS NoThINg to stop HiM. I sHut mYSElf doWn to OUtSide inflUences AS bEsT I can, buT hIs creePiNg, fReaKy colD InchEs its wAy under mY skin, THrough my body anD Into my mind. TheRE's NOThINg I cAn dO to stop from LiftINg my FingER tO thE Wall oF the fRoST-cOVered stall.

Not wantinG tO look, I Keep mY eyes squeezed Shut as tighTLY As I can. HiS infLUeNCe becomes more fOrcefUl, dragging MY fingers AcrosS the wall, Demanding i ACknowledGe hIm. I FigHt aS HArD as I can, but I caN'T RegaIn Control. panIc seizeS me As I Try To wReNch my hand Away from HiM, bUt It'S imPossiBLe. Blood rUnS doWn The InsidE Of the cHeek I'M bitInG tO KeeP myself FRoM SCreaMiNg.

"no," I fInaLlY whisPer. "STOp iT, please. leave me alOne!"

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 no, no, no. I yank on the  door anddartins ide  t he t hank fully empty ba t hroo m. I know it won't doany g oo d , bu t  I  lock  myself in a  st al land  p u ll  my f eet  up, bu rying my h ead  a gainst my kn e es . The only  so unds in theroo m aremy  la b oredbre athsand th e  dripof a fauc et someon e  forgot t oturn  off all the way. 
I t 's too cold. A  norma lg ho s t  wo n't  turn ever yt hingi nto a d e ep f r eez e . My shiverin g has nothi n g t o do w it h t h e cold  andev e ryt hing to dowith  what I k now is coming. Frost b eginscre epi ng u p  t he  si de s  of th e s t all . I want  t orun,butw h e r e? G o t eari ng th rough the hal lsof s c hoo l scr eamin g ab ou t a g host t hat's  t rying to kill m e? I t won't g o o ve r w el l. Tr u st me,  I' vetried.The sta l l d oo r s ta rts shaking and Icu r l  u p into a  balla nd  r o ck back,  h umm ingt o  bloc k ou t  t he noise .

I d o n' thave ape n. Heca n't  ma ke me writ e anyt hing. Th e rat t ling door bang s  against thes ta l l  w a llsand  I slap myhand s  ove r my ea rs. Go aw ay! J us t  g o  away, please! My b eg ging d oes n othing to sto p him. I s h u t  myselfdown to outside influe ncesas best Ic an, buthis c reeping,  freaky c o l d inches  it s w ayund e r  m y skin, throu g h  mybo dy andint o my mi nd.  Th ere 'sno thing I c an do to  s to pfr omlifti n g my fin ge r t othe  wall of the  fros t-co ve re d  st all.

N o tw a ntin gto  loo k,Ikeepmy e y essqueeze d shut as  ti g htly  a sI can.His influence  b ecomes mor efor ceful, d raggingmy fingers across the w a ll, dem and ing I  ack nowledgehim . I fi ght as har d as I  can,  b utI can't r eg ain  c ontrol. Pa n i c s eizes  m e as  I tryto wrench my handa way  from him, bu t i t'si m po ssi b le .  Bl oo d  ru n s  down the insid e of the c he e kI'm biting toke ep myse lf from  scre a ming.
"No," I f inally wh is per. " Sto p it, plea se. Leav e me alon e !"

A ro ar bu ild s in m ymin d, no t a sc r eam , not  words ,just d eafen in g whitenoise that slams into m y mind  over  an d over ag ain .  I' m crying,  mytears free zin g a s the y r o ll do wn m y  c hee k s, bu t no t hing I do ha s a n y  e ffect. He s m a s hes  my p alm agains t th e wall, the force so frightening  I l o o k u p o n  ins ti nct. His hazy,  ho rr i b le formho vers over m e, carry in g  with  it un speaka ble ago n y .O ne ind isti nct  hand is
 no,_no, no._I yank on the_door and_dart_inside the_thankfully_empty bathroom. I_know it won't_do any good, but_I lock myself_in_a stall and pull my feet up, burying my head against my knees. The_only_sounds in_the_room_are my labored breaths and_the drip of a faucet_someone forgot_to turn off all the way.

It's too cold._A_normal ghost won't_turn everything into a deep freeze. My shivering has_nothing to do with the cold_and everything to_do_with_what I know is_coming. Frost begins creeping up the_sides of the stall. I want_to run, but where? Go tearing through_the halls of school screaming about_a ghost that's trying to_kill me?_It won't go over well._Trust me, I've_tried. The_stall door starts_shaking and I curl up into_a ball and_rock back, humming to block out_the_noise.

I don't have_a_pen._He can't_make me write_anything._The rattling_door_bangs against the stall walls and_I_slap my hands over my ears. Go_away! Just go away,_please!_My begging does nothing_to stop him. I shut_myself down to outside influences as_best I_can, but_his creeping, freaky cold inches its way under my skin, through_my body and into my mind._There's nothing I can_do to_stop_from lifting my_finger_to the_wall of the frost-covered stall.

Not wanting to_look, I_keep my eyes squeezed shut as_tightly as I can._His_influence becomes more forceful, dragging my_fingers across the wall, demanding I_acknowledge him. I fight as_hard_as_I can, but I can't_regain control. Panic seizes me as_I try to_wrench my hand away from him, but_it's_impossible. Blood runs down the inside_of_the cheek I'm biting to keep_myself_from_screaming.

"No," I finally whisper. "Stop_it, please. Leave me alone!"

A roar_builds in my mind, not a scream, not words,_just deafening white_noise that slams into my_mind_over_and over again. I'm crying, my tears freezing as they_roll down_my cheeks, but_nothing I do has any effect. He smashes my palm_against the wall, the force so frightening_I look up on instinct. His hazy, horrible form hovers over_me, carrying with it unspeakable agony. One indistinct_hand is