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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Dizzy_yak90 on 2025-06-26 02:20:00+00:00.
I don't believe in ghosts, not in a very like obsessed way I've seen people to.
Though this story is a bit of a wild ride and could probably just be a mistake on my part really but it's also such a weird event in my life I've never really been able to move on from it as in those friend's get together, I bring this shit up and they eat it up everytime.
I was probably in 6th grade when it happened, it was an art period and the students are led to another room which is on the upstairs. (For a clear vision: 1st-5th grades were on the upper floor with the art room and 6th-10th grades were on the bottom floor)
Anyways, while we all were led upstairs by the teacher I realised I left my pencil box back in class which is very strange because I usually take everything with me but I also forget shit sometimes so I shrugged it off and I went to get it back.
I enter the empty classroom, walk over to my desk and began checking in my bag for my pencil box when out of literally nowhere I heard the faintest in a very low voice; "Excuse me."
It was a very young girl standing at the door of my classroom wearing our school's uniform with very short hair (you know those terrible upto ear like short?) , I can't really remember her face anymore because this is like a 7 year old memory of mine but she was very adorable I'll leave it at that.
I asked her if everything was alright and then she asked if I happen to have any crayons on me. Now for a little bit of fun fact about me:I never carry my crayons with me all the time because they're a bit expensive here where I live but lo and behold I had them with me that day.
I could've said no and moved on but for some reason I said yes and I pulled the pack out to give it to her. She walked up to me took them and said thank you.
I like any sane person asked her what her name and class was so I can retrieve the crayons back later. She seemed confused for a second like genuine confusion before muttering something to herself.
I asked again and this time she responded with Amber from class 2-C. After that I let her go and went back to my art class (only to realise that I left my pencil box back in class so yay to that.)
My class came to an end and I went to the class of 2-C and looked for the kid from the opened window that allowed a clear view. Didn't see her. Then the teacher noticed me and asked if I needed something. I told her the story and the name of the child and she seemed confused. She looked around the class with the description of the child I provided her before looking back at me saying I got the wrong class.
Her confusion was now passed onto me as I said the girl told me to meet her in this class. The teacher was nice and even called out the name Amber out loud and still the girl wasn't there.
Odd but I thought she was a young girl who didn't know her class properly big deal and went to find her in other classes. I checked the 1st grade classes, second grade and even third grade. Before I knew I searched the whole of first floor even though she couldn't have been from 4th or 5th grade given her height and speaking manner but still you never knew.
Again, I let it go because the school had so many kids it was hard to keep track of and just decided to try again the next day.
Next Day rolls around, no trace of her. At this point I'm not even panicking about the girl not existing. That girl had my expensive crayons ๐ญ๐ญ I just wanted them back.
Three days of trying, nowhere to be found. She just straight up didn't exist because I had went to the fucking principal and pulled up attendance record with her to find her, not a single person matched Amber.
Long story short, my crayons were stolen by some entity. I'm not even scared about meeting someone who straight up just didn't exist that girl had my crayons, I cherished those crayons because those costs double the amount and I had to BEG my mom to get them.
So if the soul or whematever entity I met, may I please have my crayons back...please...they cost a fortune ๐
Now some questions you might have;
"Did I tell my parents about it?"
No because I was scared of getting scolded for loosing the crayons. I did eventually tell them when I was in grade 10 but again the sixth grade me wasn't risking it at the time.
"Did you try the school's camera footage?"
Our school didn't have one โ๏ธ๐
"Did she just give you a fake name?"
Probably, maybe the girl exist but again I searched the attendance record with principal (who was kind enough to do that, shoutout to the principal) and they had photos attached to it and no one matched her face.
Again, could be me being delusional. The 'I'm crazy nothing is real.' kind. I sort of don't take things seriously and make them into a joke all the time. Maybe the entity wanted to make me the clown for the while. GG entity (if it was even one)
I also have a long history of living in a possibly haunted house with a joined family but that's another story.
If there is an ritual to get my crayons back to please do let me know. I still haven't forgotten them since 7 years :'D.
Thanks for reading :)