Throughout the day,
I began to get this feeling,
That someone was watching
And slowly following me
Through crowds of people.
It was a heavy feeling
That long since left me
After I blocked out
The past memories.

As I turn the dial
Of my locker combination,
The feeling ceases me,
Someone was stalking me.
A note taped with red
Hung in my locker.
They broke in,
The Lonely Ghost
Had been in my locker.
I grab the note
Not bothering to read it,
And stuff it in my bag.
This is getting out of hand.
Who is the Lonely Ghost?