Word of the Day - Antlers

The deer head was sitting on the desk, staring at me when I walked into the class room. It’s one of those strange moments, when you see something, and do a double take, y’know? When you think that something is there, and really it isn’t. Like, how I thought there was a spark of life in glass eyes that were watching me when I came in. It’s supposed to be a haunted classroom, after all, and I thought maybe it was the spirit of a deer pissed off that its head had been chopped off its body. But maybe that’s all stories, and the deer’s head was new; some old ghost like an ancient boa constrictor haunting the place instead.