Mr. Evans

The day started with the annoying sound of my alarm waking me up to go to school. After snoozing my phone for the 23rd time I remove the warmth of my bed sheets from my body. As I shift in my bed I glance out of my bedroom window. The familiar view of dark gray clouds covering the sky and trees swaying with the wind didn't surprise me. Ever since the passing of Mr. Evans I haven't been able to sleep without hearing odd creaking in my room. Is he haunting me? I am not one to believe in ghost, but the past few nights have been too odd to say the least. I’m only a teenager with a mom that is never home because she is always working. Most nights I stay home alone in the apartment. Paranormal activity occurring in my room is the last piece of stress I need right now in my life. I proceed to do my morning routine and cook myself breakfast. As I open the pantry I see the gingerbread cookies that Mr. Evans and I shared the love for. He loved these cookies and always had a fresh batch cooking. I could always smell the sweet spice filled scent walking in the complex from school. One day I sat him in the lobby and had to ask for the recipe. He immediately wrote it down on a piece of paper from my school notebook. I grab me a cookie from the container and make my way out of the door.

School was pretty boring today as usual but I decide to walk home in the rain dodging the puddles to protect my new Nike sneakers. I walk into my apartment complex and the odd familiar scent of gingerbread cookies hits my senses. How could this be? Mr. Evans is gone. Nobody else shared the love of his gingerbread cookies but him and I. My vision starts to become blurry and confusing thoughts from where the smell is coming from is giving me an instant headache.

Next thing I know everything goes black.