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This story is based on a story that actually happened to a friend of mine.

   

  "M'lady, your mail."

     The butler handed the young girl a stack of envelopes and a small package with no return address.

     "Leave me." She said in a bored and tired tone.

     The butler bowed and left the room to the girl of seventeen, dressed like a doll with light skin and a frilled dress. Her dark eyes and hair accenting her skin made her look fragile and pale. 

     The girl wearily went through the envelopes, paying no attention to the invitations and letters, until she reached the package. 

     She opened the package to find a tattered book. The girl opened the book and her eyes widened in terror. Inside the book, was a gorey story of a woman's death written in blood.

      The story was horrible and agonising just to read, it spoke of a woman being brutaly attacked and murdered in her own home, her lips bitten off and arms and legs, cut and bruised. She was stabbed and her life, as well as the writing, ended

     Horrified the girl threw the book in her closet and slammed the door. Trying to clear her head the girl thought it best to take a shower. 

     She opened the door to the wash room and shrieked a horrifying, peircing sound  at the sight of a woman dressed in a plain white dress with long black hair, staring woefully back at her with dark, cold, dead eyes.

     The girl, so scared she was unable to even make a sound, backed out of the room, the entire time staring back at this dreadful, yet beautiful woman.

     She ran down the hall doing the only thing her fear stricken mind could think to do.

     She picked up the phone and called the one person who she thought might be able to help, and the one person she could trust.

     "Aoi! Get over here! Quick!" She slammed the phone shut and ran into her room to cry from the horror.

~

     I arrived at Porceline's house an hour after she called. The house was small and well hidden. The only way to get to it was by walking down a cobblestone path through the trees and flowers.

      Porceline was fond of roses and irises so they were blooming everywhere. Sadly because she was in hiding she couldn't step out to enjoy the beautiful scent waft on the breeze, or the sight of a drop of dew roll of the petal of a newly bloomed rose.

     The treck through the woods was never terribly easy, but the trees overhead letting collums of light through made it warm and almost nice to walk down the path. The sight at the end of the walk was the best part. The trees would open up to a gorgeous garden of flowers with a small house nestled in so perfectly it looked like it was meant to be there.

     I knocked on the door to be greeted by a butler dressed all in black. I followed the butler to Porceline's room where I found her sitting in a chair, staring into space deep in thought. 

     Her room was dark and the only real light came from a window set above a dresser. There was only victorian style furniture. All of it black and white. Her bed was the same color as everything else, only with red sheets and blankets. In the corner was a small table with two chairs, Porceline sitting in one and the other vacant.

     The butler bowed and left the room to attend to his duties, leaving me alone with Porceline who's face was composed, but her eyes showed how scared she really was.

     "What has you so scared?" I asked.

      She woke from her trance and got up from her seat to go to her closet and began digging around.

     "I don't understand, it was here earlier. It disappeared! I can't find it!" She looked at me obviously horrified.

     "Find what?" I said, trying to keep her calm.

     "The book!" She shouted. 

     She hardly ever shouted, it was out of character for her. I was becoming more and more worried about her. 

     She was always treated like a fragile doll while growing up, and that's what she became. Beautiful, and sweet on the outside, always trying to please the people around her, but cold to the touch with only a hollow heart.

     "What book?" I asked in a calm tone.

     "The one I got in the mail." She said with a dissapointed murmur. She plopped down onto her bed, defeated.

     "I'll go get us some tea to help calm your nerves." I said as I walked out of her room.

     I headed down the hallway and into the kitchen and began to prepare the tea. I stared out a window as I waited for the water to heat up.

     I stared at my own reflection some time. Everything about me was fairly average, I was a normal height, a normal weight, my hair was short and black. The only thing unusal was the blue color of my eyes.     

     I was startled when I heard a whisper in my ear, the oddly cold breath brushed my cheek and I turned to only find an empty room.

     I turned back towards the window, but in front of me was a woman, dressed in a plain white dress with long black hair, staring woefully back at me with dark, cold, dead eyes. 

     She was a beautiful and curvy woman. The plain white dress, which had no frills or ruffles, accented her natural beauty. Everything below her knees was faded and see-through. Her only truly clear feature was her face, which was sad and tired.

     I stepped back and the woman apeared to glide towards me, as though she was floating rather then walking.

     "Find me." She whispered as she faded away into nothing.

     I had dealt with the peranormal before, so it was certainly nothing new to me, but it was still staggering and terrifying.

     I quickly finished preparing the tea and went back to Porceline's room where I found her hunched over a book. I place the tray on a small table sitting in the corner of the room and sat next to Porceline who was staring at a black page in the book.

     "It was in my closet. How did it get under my pillow? Who ripped out the first two pages?" She mumbled, obviously confused.

     "What's that? Your diary?" I asked.

     "No, it was that book I was looking for. It was under my pillow, but I never put it there. And the first two pages with the story of the lady's death written in blood are gone. Torn out." She said quietly.

      I originally decided against telling her about the ghost I saw in the kitchen, but after thinking it over I thought it was best to tell her what happened.

     "That sounds like the woman who was in my shower." She said.

     "What do you think she meant by 'find me'?" I asked, more to myself than to Porceline, who only shrugged.

     Porceline set the book on her bed and we sat and drank our tea. I pondered over who the lady was, how she died, when she died, and why she was appearing to us now.

     Porceline seemed like she was terrified almost to tears. I couldn't help but worry for my friend.

     "I think I should call my uncle." She said as she got up and walked out of her room to the telephone.

     Porceline's parents were away on buisness a lot, leaving her alone with her butler. Her uncle didn't live to far away, so when she had any kind of problem, she'd usually call him.

     I looked around the room while I waited, letting my mind drift as I finished my tea. 

     Out of the corner of my eye I saw something white standing in front of the window. I turned to find the woman pointing out the window, staring at me.

     "Please, find me." She said, and she faded away once again.

     My eyes widened and I went to the window to look outside. Outside was a beautiful garden with trees and many, many flowers.

     I still didn't completely understand what she wanted me to find exactly, but I thought it would be best to start looking in the garden.

     Porceline came back to her room and I told her what had happened. She called for her butler and we went outside to the garden.

     "How are we supposed to find something we don't even know about, or even know where to look for it?" Porceline asked with a hopeless tone to her voice.

     "I'm not sure, I just know we have to find it." I said, determined.

     I wondered around some more and Porceline, along with her butler, went to look in a seperate part of the garden.

     It was getting late and the sun was beginning to set. The orange sky blended perfectly with the pink of the trees and the red of the flowers.

     I was startled to see the woman standing under a cherry tree. She was pointing down at the ground. As soon as I stepped too close she disappeared again.

     I called for Porceline to come over and for her butler to get a shovel from their shed. 

    Once the butler got back I began digging where the woman had been pointing. After digging for a few minutes I finally dug up what I was supposed to find. A human skull.

    Porceline shrieked and ordered for the butler to call the police.

~

     That night the police showed up and decided to begin investigating in the morning. I had left and came back to find, sadly, half the garden had been dug up. The woman had been cut into many peices and was scattered all over the garden.

     Appearantly she had been dead for forty to fifty years. She was murdered in this very house and the killer was never caught. No wonder she could never be at peace.

     Porceline's uncle had arrived in the morning. He didn't believe Porceline was telling the truth about the ghost saying 'find me', until he arrived at the house to find the police and a bag of human remains.

     I met with Porceline in her torn up garden. She was sad that the flowers were gone, especially because this was the first time she had been outside in a long time.

     The last time we saw the woman, she appeared to us in the garden the night before. Before she disapeared for the last time into a flash of a brilliant white light, she had hummed a peaceful tune.

     "Thank you." She said.

     She didn't appear anymore after that, but every once in a while the woman who wore that plain white dress would hum that same tune she had hummed that last night, and we knew, she was finally at peace.

~

This story is based off of true events.