So an email landed in my inbox the other day - that, in and of itself, is not entirely unusual.
However - this particular email contained the body of a “chain email”, those brutal emails you forward to everyone in your inbox. Thankfully, this particular email landed without being forwarded one a million times to millions of different people.
Anyway - in this particular email, there was a story, and it was named The Legend of Mr Peterson.
Note that this is a HIGHLY satirical look at the life of Mr Peterson. I repeat - HIGHLY satirical. Do not continue reading if you are easily offended, or if you are Mr Peterson. 
Otherwise, take the time to read it. It’s not entirely accurate as I have personally me the man himself, but it’s pretty good. Thumbs up to Martin W who edited it somewhat, but for the record, principal is spelt p-r-i-n-c-i-p-a-l, not p-r-i-n-c-i-p-l-e! ARGH!
Years ago, there was a principal at Calvin Christian High School.
Some say he was a beast of a man, 10 feet tall and that he could lift a truck over his head with ease.
Others say that he was a small man, the equal of Einstein, who stayed enthralled in his books, learning everything there was to know.But to everyone, he was known as Mr Peterson.But then, slowly and surely, Mr Peterson left his office less and less.
Students slowly forgot what their principal looked like, and started to associate Mrs Laning with the role of Head of School, when she was, in fact, just the Dean of Students.
Then, one year, Mr Peterson stopped coming out of his office entirely.
All that could be seen was the outline of a body behind the blinds. No-one stayed long enough to see if the outline moved or if it was forever still.
Rumours began that Mrs Laning and Mr Young, had killed the favoured principal, and left his body there, to rot and be still, while they themselves would have absolute power.
Or, that he was there, waiting, in a state of frozen time, for when his school would need him next.Years went by…
Students forgot his name, and saw Mrs Laning as the head of the school, the most powerful person within it’s boundries.One night, students from Calvin wandered onto the grounds.
As they walked home from Channel Court they heard footsteps.
Looking around, they saw no-one, so they ignored the sound and continued to walk.The footsteps grew louder, AND LOUDER!The students looked around, there was no-one around but them.
They were alone, but there were still footsteps, rapidly approaching, hauntingly close.
One student, a grade 7 boy, screamed and ran home, yelling “GHOST!”.The middle of the 3, a grade 9 girl, held onto the oldest, a grade 10 boy.
The footsteps came even closer.
Anxiously, they kept walking, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
Their steps became brisker.
They approached the art room, intending to exit the school from the car park behind the tech block.But as they stepped into the carpark, the foot steps stopped.
The boy looked around, the girl hid her head in his shoulder.He looked behind them and when he turned his head back, there he was!
Mr Peterson, wearing his glasses, smiling at them.
He opened his mouth and from his lips, a pleasant voice escaped, “Good Evening”.The girl screamed, and ran.The boy smiled, confused, then blinked twice, thinking it was a trick of the mind.
He looked up and Mr Peterson wasn’t there!
He looked to his left, he looked to his right but Mr Peterson was no-where in sight.And then from behind him, the voice came, “Who are you looking for?”The boy ran home, flying into his room and jumping under the covers of his bed and held tight to his blanket.
The next day, all three students pulled out of Calvin.
They claimed they had seen a ghost, and were to afraid to come back.No-one knows what is in Mr Peterson’s office.
No-one is brave enough to look.
Only Mrs Laning knows the answer.They say, that during the warmer months, you can see the ghost of Mr Peterson wandering the grounds.
But he never will shake your hand…Because GHOSTS DON’T SHAKE HANDS!!!!!!!
If you believe in the legend of Mr Peterson, pass this on.
And whatever you do, Don’t shake his hand!
Well - what do you think?
I’d credit the original author if I knew who he/she was - Martin W got it from his sister, who got it from some chain email.
If you know the original author, shout out in comments.
Otherwise - I hope you enjoyed this satirical look at the life of the man who runs Calvin.
Once again - this piece is meant as a comedy piece only, and does not, in any way, shape or form, indirectly or directly, implied or inferred, reflect the true nature of Mr Peterson and his work at Calvin Christian School.
Comments below.
