Security cameras, ghosts, morning visits

As the second week approached, I started to notice strange things. It’s obviously important to protect the building from thieves (though a robbery comes highly unlikely in Singapore), but it was the first time I found security cameras directly in the classrooms. It felt strange that somebody (and who?) could have observed me in the lessons all the time. The camera was directly in the light bulb, so if you didn’t know the stuff you wouldn’t even discover it.

 

Ghosts and followers

I often heard footsteps behind me in the corridor. Actually everywhere I went, I felt somebody was right in my heels. But anytime I stopped and looked around, the corridors were either empty, or people seemed to not take notice of me.

Strange things kept happening also in the school cafeteria. Sometimes, when I had a free hour, went there to grab a donut and a cup of coffee. Strange enough, I never encountered another woman there. Just few male teachers (and there weren’t many in the school), a couple of empty plates and cups on the tables. I never came to found out who drank that coffee and why they left exactly as I was to come by.

 

Morning visits to the principal

Since I hadn’t bought a car yet and didn’t have a good connection to work, I used to come pretty early. At least forty five minutes before the start of the first lesson. strange enough, principal and assistant principals were already in office.

What’s more, I often noticed one of the female teachers, or even one of the last grade students walking out of the door of their offices. I wondered what they’d been doing there so early in the morning, but didn’t have courage to ask. After all I was new in the school, and though I already made some friends in my neighbourhood, I hadn’t really managed to befriend one of the teachers, expect of the Italian teacher, who talked very little.

 

Receiving anonymous gifts

I haven’t been in school for longer than ten days when I found a bucket of flowers on my table in the cabinet. when I asked the fellow teachers who sent the flowers, they exchanged a quick suspicious look and then the Spanish girl said they didn’t know.

On the very next day, there were some sweets. I thought about visiting the principal and telling him about the gifts, but his secretary always turned me down, saying he was too busy for any visits. And so I accepted the gifts, since I didn’t know whom to return them, an actually felt a little flattered.

On the other hand I found it odd that neither the principal, nor any of his assistant, wanted to talk to me. Long time left until the first pay check, which should be rather a big one, and so I decided to just bent my head down and wait. I was running a bit short of money, and though the school was strange, the students I taught spoke good French, and I rather enjoyed the lessons.

For a moment I thought I was just paranoid, and perhaps being reserved belongs to the typical behaviour od Singapore people, and nothing truly extraordinary was happening. But you probably know that feeling when things just don’t click together? Exactly that’s how I felt in the school–something wasn’t all right. And I was soon to find out what … in a hard way.

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