#13 (Part I)

#13 'Teach' Envelope (Part I)

     Low moans of tortured souls drifted under the door to the classroom.  I wrapped my fingers around the broken piece of chalk.  It wasn't the first time in the last hour I'd lost place in the lesson plan.  I turned back to the chalkboard, jumping at movement out of the corner of my eye.  Automatically my head whipped around, my arm came up for defense - and the arm of the shadow came up as well.  My shadow.  Just as I was to congratulate myself for yet another nervous reaction, the sounds stopped. 
     Down the hall, as if from a distance, came the distinctive clatter of reed chimes.  And children giggling.
     Almost at once the moans started up again.