THE WORDS THE STARS SAY

The First Sighting

    My first sighting was when I was five years old. I was outside on the swings singing to myself when a figure of a small girl was in front of me. Her name I don't remember I mean what five-year-old girl would remember. She seemed to be a teenager with long hair that seemed to have a dark hair color and no arms or legs. I instantly remember crying hearing the words help repeatedly. As soon as my mother and father got to me she was gone. But she wasn't really. She was right there the whole time staring with beady like eyes repeating the same phrase over and over but every time I told my parents they said I was imagining it. I remember she even knocked over the vase inside the house to get attention. I cried a lot because of her but that was because I didn't know better. The police later found her body and were searching for the killer as well as evidence. They ended up closing the case without solving who it was. But I had no idea at the time that when she was buried she would disappear.

    She wasn't the only one I had saw. I saw a couple walking around following my mother. Every time I would point it out and say ghost I got yelled at being told there was no ghost. My dad yelled at me every time but I saw what I saw. The more I talked about it the more they yelled until one day when I can home from third grade my parents were arguing about me. I went to my room listening to what they were saying until I heard the front door slam and my dad's car start and leave. After a while, the couple disappeared.

    I didn't see her or the couple until the day I went to the cemetery at age ten. I don't remember why I went there but something pulled me there. In a way, I believe it was her who brought me there but then I finally heard her form a full sentence. She said to me, "be careful, for a shadowy creature is coming for you!" She said right before she disappeared. I had no clue what she meant up until now. 

    That was also the day I saw a wolf. It was a ghost but seemed to be fat or so I thought. I could hear her whimpers the scars clear as day on her ghost figure all across her paws and even her neck. She kept pacing back and forth as if she wanted me to follow her and so I did. We walked together through the park towards the forest and right at the edge was a den. When I looked inside I heard faint whines and whimpers. As I reached in I picked up a fluffy object and pulled it out. I had found three pups huddled around with moss and leaves blocking the wind from getting to them and hiding them well enough that no one would investigate. They were too small to be left alone so I put them in my backpack figuring it was warm in there and walked towards home where I stumbled across the mother's body. In her mouth was sausage links. When I looked I could easily see skid marks of a car that had hit her. But that wasn't the only marks. large bite marks on her neck as if a dog got to her first. So I chose to do the right thing and buried her right near the den. The same place where I would eventually move into the house when I was done with college.