This incident happened about 5 years ago.
I was sitting on
my swing outside of my house, enjoying the nice spring day,
when I saw a little girl, maybe about the age of six
standing next to me. She was wearing a yellow dress with
red polka-dots and she had short blonde hair. I said,"Hi.
Are you new in the neighborhood?" She didn't answer. She
just looked at me and ran away. I didn't tell my mom about
it because she wouldn't believe me.
For the next week, I saw her on and off. I asked her what her name was, but she
never answered. After a week of seeing her, I finally told
my mom. When I described her, my mom's eyes flew open. She
whispered to herself that it was impossible. I asked her
what she meant and she said to come with her to the attic.
She pulled out an old photo album and showed me a picture.
It was the girl I kept seeing.
"That was your aunt. She died
when she was seven. She was buried in that dress".
After
that, I never saw her again.
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