Thoughts on Various Things

My First Ghost Sighting (yes, it’s a true story)

My first encounter with a ghost was when I first moved to Goldsboro. I remember it was late February or early March. As, I was sleeping on the top part of my bunk bed one night, I felt cold. Not a physical type of cold. But, it was as if my soul was freezing. Hard to put into words.
I looked down to the floor, trying to decide if I want to slide over the rail or climb down and get a blanket. I could see the room in a light bluish light that emanated from the street light adjacent to the house. I always kept the blinds mostly closed so in case of an ‘emergency’ I could see. Basically, it was my night light.
As I looked down, I saw a young girl wearing a striped shirt and bell-bottomed pants come in. I couldn’t say a word because I was so surprised. She walked in as though she owned the place. She also had a long necked bottle with her and something else. The girl took a long swig of the liquid, then calmly took out a straight razor, and preceded to saw at her wrists. I looked up at the ceiling and told myself it was JUST A DREAM! A few seconds later, I looked down again. There she was in a fetal position. Dead. Then a light mist came from nowhere and disappeared along with the girl. I kept telling myself it was only a dream.
A few months later my brother and I were over at a neighbor’s house to play with their son. They lived across the street from us. The streetlight that was my night light was on their property. The two boys were inside getting something to drink. The dad and I were under the carport talking about anything that got into our heads. The dad was one funny guy. Great sense of humor. Loved to laugh and smile.
I decided to tell him about my dream; thinking he might get a kick out of it. I told him what happened. His face went very pale. He asked, very sternly although not unkindly, “That wasn’t a dream, was it?” I reluctantly told him it was the truth. Then, to make sure, he asked which window was the one to my room. I told him the middle one. He nodded. (I guess I passed some sort of test)
He then told me that he knew the people who lived there and their daughter. At the time he was a paramedic. He remembered when they knocked on his door one morning begging him to come over. They said something terrible had happened. He went over to the house and saw that their little girl committed suicide. She bled to death. She died wearing bell bottom jeans and a striped shirt, laying in a fetal position. She got herself drunk before she cut herself.
Before we even moved into the house we heard that someone had died in it. We even found some blood stains underneath the carpet in my room. Before all this happened, Dexter and I would scrub those stains away and joke about how long it would take for them to come back. It was only a joke to us.
After this sighting, however, it was no longer funny.
She was only 14.