Innocent, but sometimes frightening.
I've been seeing a child. She looks to be about five years old. She has long blond hair, and wears a summer dress.
I live in the woods. There's no one nearby.
She never speaks. She keeps at a distance.
If I get close, she evaporates into nothing.
She wants me to do something. She's visiting me for a reason. Maybe I am the only one who can see her.
Three days ago, she started coming closer. I could see dirt on her dress and face.
She never smiles.
Yesterday, she was at the end of the driveway.
Today she's outside my window. Looking in at me.
I went outside. She let me follow her to the end of the road.
It ends at the forest. She walked about ten feet in.
When I caught up with her, she slowly sat on the ground. I sat by her side.
She looked real, she looked alive. I knew she wasn't.
She looked at me. Then at the ground in front of us. Frantically, she started digging. I found myself digging with her. My fingers started bleeding. My hands became numb from the cold. But, they were out of my control. They kept on digging. Soon, long blond strands of hair tangled between my fingers.
I wept. I knew what was there.
When her face was exposed, I was able to stop. Her ghost was no longer beside me.
I never saw her again.