Mr. Skool

“Because of unfortunate events, Mrs. Gunn will not be able to make it to this school anymore”, announced Mr. Watt in assembly. “Churchill park, please welcome your new Principal”,he continued. A tall man with wispy grey hair stumbled onto the podium. He made Mr. Watt look like a miniature dwarf. My hands trembled and I could feel sweat trickling down my hands. It was no other than Mr. Skool, pronounced like “Skull”. He is the man who lives at 666, Blood Points road. Rumors say that his street is haunted.  Unlike other houses, even on a sunny day, angry clouds hover over his gloomy roof…Somebody told me that whoever goes in, never comes out