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The Girl In The Hall

April 2004

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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