The White Girl

From: anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: in my room at home/looking outside
Source: Form Submission

One night, about a year ago, I was in my room looking out the window at the moon. Now you might say that this isn't very interesting but it was. It was a very clear night except for a few stray clouds that floated across the full moon every once and a while. I turned on some music and was looking out my window when I suddenly noticed something, I wasn't alone. Standing outside, under the dogwood tree was a girl. She was wearing an all white, old-fashioned nightgown. She had brown hair (much like my own) and apperently black eyes. Then I relized something, I could literally see THROUGH her. As I relized that what I was seeing was a ghost, she waved at me. I, not really thinking about it, waved back. She smiled. The strangest, most sad smile you could ever see. Then, as I watched, she slowly turned and walked into the trees and disapeared. Yet, even though I will never know her, it seemed that in that moment I learned more about her than anyone could ever understand.