#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.