Waking Up To The Deceased

One night as I was getting ready for bed, as soon as I entered my bedroom I felt a weird feeling. I felt shy almost. These of course were not my emotions. I knew I was being visited by something. I wandered around my room to feel where the presence was strongest. When I came close to my closet I could feel the presence pretty clearly. It felt as if I was a young child who was shy of meeting a new person. I figured that is how the ghost felt. From what I had been through with the dead I didn't feel very scared at the moment. Instead I felt calm and like I was doing a job. Almost as if I was actually with a child and I was babysitting or something and the child wanted to play shy. I decided that the ghost must have came here for a reason. It needed someone to talk to or something. I opened my closet and stepped in. I whispered to keep the ghost calm. "Hello?" no answer. I couldn't see any figure but I felt the presence. "I am here to help," I said calmly. Still no answer. I felt tired and a little sad for this ghost. I stepped out of the closet and said, "I can help you if you want me to."

I went to bed hoping that I could actually get to see this ghost and maybe even talk to it. I had since when I found out I could see the deceased, wanted to talk to them. As I fell asleep The shy feeling slipped away.

In the morning I woke up to see a girl about the age of 13 maybe 14. She was wearing an old looking, Beige dress with blue and purple flowers all over it. Her black hair was pulled back into a tight sophisticated bun and her skin was mocha coloured Her eyes were wide and were filled with worry and sadness. I looked at her, trying to read her expression. I looked at her and all I could do was smile, I was speechless. Hoping that a smile would get her to talk I smiled a small smile that said, "are you OK" Just like before, No answer, not even a smile. I felt like I had failed. Then with that she disappeared.

Months later I had almost forgotten about her. I remembered the details though. I remembered what she looked like but. I never wanted to forget. Then One day my dad brought me in for an audition for fiddler on the roof and I got the part of the youngest daughter. Bielke. After months of practicing that we got to try on our costumes. It completely freaked me out to find my costume was an old looking beige dress with blue and purple flowers all over it. Freaky or what?