Ghost Stories

It was one of those days that you don’t feel normal. It was pouring rain outside and I was alone in the house. I always liked the rain, and when it rained, I would always stay in my room and read horror stories. On this particular day, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, something felt very wrong. My room had an abnormal chill that went straight up the covers and took my breath away. I looked around to see everything was the same as when I fell asleep. It was almost midnight, and I was afraid that someone was in my house. I turned off the lights and crept silently to my bedroom door, opening it so that I could see through the crack but nothing could see me …

Nothing … absolutely nothing. Feeling reassured, I crawled back into my bed. Just when I was close to sleeping again, I felt something or someone crawling up the covers. I didn't move a muscle—I was ready to scream, but couldn't. Then I heard a whimper, like someone calling for help. I turned my head to the right and saw a girl’s face so close that her hair was touching mine. I screamed out loud and stumbled out of my bed to see … nothing … no one at all. I put the lights back on and once I had calmed down and convinced myself it was a dream, I again tried to go back to sleep. I have a mirror on my closet that is floor-length facing my bed, and once I was in under covers, I took a peek into the mirror and saw a little girl with black hair standing over my head, right next to the bed post—she was grinning with a half-open jaw hanging off of her face—and she whispered, "Mommy …" I haven’t slept well in months since then … and I still can’t be sure it was all a dream …