Her Ghost. A story by Manoosh Crook
There is a girl that hides in my house; I know she is there because I can see her, feel her, hear her. The strangest thing is that I am the only one.
Her face is beautiful but her eyes, her eyes they show so much fear that I am scared too look at them for more than a second. Her cheeks glisten in the light but her smile holds firm. I want to ask her what her eyes give away, but I do not, I fear what I will hear.
Some say for a lost soul to move on all they require is someone to listen to them, am I brave enough? I am unsure. I wish there was another that could listen to her; I would give anything to help her find peace, I pray for mercy.