Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Little Girl Who Watches Me

It all started about a year ago. I was looking through my closet when I saw her for the first time. I asked her who she was, and what she wanted, but she just laughed at me. After that, I saw her all the time, at my condo, at school, even at the grocery store. I couldn't understand what she wanted and how to get rid of her.

Then one night, about 3 in the morning, my cell phone rang and woke me up. I picked up the phone and heard what sounded like an old lady say "is Amelia there?" I told her she must have the wrong number, but she insisted that Amelia must be there, stating "she's always with you." at that moment I heard small running footsteps in my house where I live alone. The little girl that had become so familiar to me opened my door and simply stood at the foot of my bed. "Amelia?" I asked her. She nodded.

I slowly hung up the phone and shut my eyes tight trying to make it all go away. It must have worked because when I opened my eyes she was gone. I haven't seen her since.

Sent in by Abbey Meeks, Copyright 2010

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