Letter One

Dear New Girl,

My name is Jessamine, but most people called me Jessie. Yes, I did just write 'called.' I'm dead. I'm a ghost and I live here with you. I know a ghost isn't an ideal roommate, but I promise that I never leave my clothes or food wrappers lying around. I'm sure we'll get along just fine. 

I was born in the hospital just down the road from here. Sadly, my mother passed away while giving birth to me so I never got to meet her. Sometimes I wonder if the saying really is true. "It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all." My father raised me in this house. I grew up in this bedroom, playing dolls, having sleepovers with friends, dancing to my vinyl. Do you know what that is? Does anyone use vinyl anymore? I took my first steps in the hallway connecting this room to the others in the house. I had my first birthday party in the kitchen downstairs. Please paint over that horrendous blue wall. My father never would. This house means a lot to me so please take care of it. 

I have to tell you how I died in order to move on and into the proper afterlife. It isn't a pretty story so I understand if you don't want to hear it. Clara, the last girl that lived here didn't. That's my warning for you, New Girl.

Please write back,

J