We had a chemistry teacher at school called Mr Wickham (no, Austen fans, not that one!). He was about a hundred years old and very pale with white hair - really nice guy and good teacher, well liked, but referred to as 'the ghost' for obvious reasons
One day we were milling around outside the science labs first thing in the morning waiting for him to turn up and unlock the doors. We saw him about 20 metres away, walking across the yard towards us so started picking up our bags and so on - a few seconds later he opened the door for us
from the inside. None of us saw him walk past us, and there was not nearly enough time for him to have run (!) around the long way through the buildings. Admitting to being scared is not something that happens often in a class of 16 year old boys, but a lot of us were quite creeped out that morning...
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