I never really believed in ghost stories…I mean something
about being dead just irks me so you can imagine my panic
when I really did see a ghost…
It was about 11:30 PM and I was trying to go to sleep, but
I just couldn't get comfortable. I kept shivering although
it was in the middle of July. I finally started to loll off
to sleep when an urge came over me to walk out onto the
loft outside my bedroom. I still don’t know why I had this
sudden urge, but I did.
I looked down onto the hallway beneath and saw a girl. She was very clear and looked like
she was wearing a nightgown. At the time it was almost like I was sleeping and seeing all of this in a dream; I had such
a groggy, just awake type feeling. She walked right through the giant window in the front of the house. She hit the
pane and was gone.
After seeing this I simply walked to my room and went to sleep. I was no longer cold but had a
comfortable safe feeling. The next morning when I awoke I
thought it was all a dream until about a week later when the
lights in my room would flicker and my television would
change channels. I named my “ghost” as a joke at first but
then things started to go missing from my room like homework
and magazines. I think me calling her Jessica hurt her
feelings and so as silly as it sounds I apologized. Not
much happened for a few months after that.
Then, an October evening my mom and I were driving home from
a soccer game and I saw her again. It was amazing I just
have no words for all the feelings I felt when I saw her
again. We were driving through the back end of my new
housing development where builders still hadn’t cleared.
The girl was at the edge of the woods. She seemed the walk
towards the car then disappear. My mom still swears she
didn’t see the girl at all.
Now, almost a year later I’ve found out more about the land
my house was built on. It was a huge farm. The family’s
last name was Wright. There is a small cemetery about seven
hundred yards from my house. And I have started to call my
ghostly friend Sarah that is the name of a twelve-year-old
girl whom died in the 1800’s. I think she really is Sarah
I’ve felt her but haven’t seen her again. And she still
never agrees with the channel I’m watching on my TV
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