By Agnes Mephisto (From Laura Alden’s Murder at the PTA)
The night I was murdered I realized three things. One, that dying wasn’t in my plans for the immediate future. Two, that I wasn’t happy about my imminent death. Three, that my death was going to rob my school, Tarver Elementary, of me, its beloved principal.
What on earth are they going to do without me? Who’s going to implement my new reading program? Who’s going to indoctrinate the young teachers in the way I do things at Tarver? Most of all, who’s going to see that the school addition gets built to my specifications?
Clearly, there’s only one thing to do. I must see if I can persuade those still alive to carry out my wishes. Beth Kennedy might be a good candidate with which to start. She’s a mouse of a woman and should respond well to my urgings. If that friend of hers, Marina, can persuade Beth to become the PTA secretary (a thankless job if there ever was one), surely I can convince her to assist me with a project of much more importance.
This, however, puts me in an odd position. I’ve never believed in ghosts, ghouls, or any other type of supernatural being. Vampires? Witches? Please. If such things walked the earth with us, there would be evidence. The glut of fiction sensationalizing such creatures is not proof of anything, other than that people can be gullible.
However. The ends, in this instance, will justify the means. The addition must be built, so I must find a way to work with Beth. The annoying fact that I have no idea how to be a ghost is only a temporary impediment, I am sure. When there’s a will, there is a way, yes?