Hello and welcome to mini episode 15 of Real Life Goat Story!

How you do? We've got two awesome stories for you today. Are you ready? I'm never ready for

listener stories. Story number one comes from Alonzo. Is there anything more

cliche than a ghost story set in a school? Maybe one in a hospital or a graveyard?

I've some that happened in a school that used to be a hospital. If you want I can

also write down those, but this one is in a school that used to be a house. It is

one of the creepiest things that has ever happened to me and I still get a sense

of unease every time I tell it. For some time after college I worked as an

English tutor in different schools. My history degree not being what we'd call a

high-demand degree for employers. I started working in a small private English

school. It's a converted to story house in a nice neighborhood. Nothing odd or

sketchy when you look at it. Paid to the crisp white with the school's logo on the

side. Nice I said to myself, at least it looks professional. I was appointed to

lead conversation clubs and a couple of first grade classes. Everything started

well enough if you don't mind the feeling of being watched while inside the

toilets. That feeling of not being alone but also a bit scared of finding out who

or what is keeping you company. What really bothered me were the odd stairs to

the glass classroom doors by a couple of students every now and then. Whenever I

asked, what are you looking at? I'd get a response of, oh, nothing by the

student in question. As I noticed their sideways glance towards the door while

they said it. On one occasion while giving a class to a particularly small group,

I noticed one student maybe 12 or 13 years old. Turn his head down to his notebook

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