Modesto surprised himself. He didn't run. "I'm Modesto. What's your name?"
Modesto stood alone in the empty room. On the chalkboard, someone had written: "Best teacher ever. Thanks for seeing us."
He smiled, picked up the basketball, and walked out. The next day, he requested to teach the detention class—the "hopeless" kids. They didn't know it yet, but their new teacher had just learned that invisible doesn't mean gone.
The school planned to demolish Room 33 in one week. If the room vanished, the ghosts would fade into nothing.