The Smoking Mist

Since my last story, I have been seeing this little mist floating around at various times. It looks like cigarette smoke, and comes towards my face, or just around the room.

One day, I was in history class, and my friend was talking to me. I didn't quite catch what she said, and looked up. And this smoke face-looking mist floats toward my face, and flies right past me, and disappears. I get scared, and turn around. I turn back towards my friends at my table, and they look like they saw it, too. I say, "Brooke,did you see that?" and she just stares at me for two seconds and goes, "Wait, what?" I say, "Guys, you saw that smoke thing right?" but they all say no. So I just pass it off as my eyes playing tricks on me.

The next day, I'm at school again, except this time in morning English. I'm just sitting there, reading this interesting book, when I have this urge to look up. And there's the mist again. This time, just cigarette smoke looking, like someone had exhaled. I kind of just stared at it, floating from right to left, kind of disappearing at the left. I squinted my eyes, shut them, rubbed them, opened them, looked up, still there. My friend Michelle asked me what I was staring at and I just said nothing and continued reading. At the end of the day, I'm walking home, and the mist seems to be floating in a nearby tree. I ignore it the best I can and just continue my walk home.

When I get home, I set down my stuff and head for the kitchen. I made myself some water and went upstairs to my room. After I finished my homework, I decided just to do whatever. I was being my weird self and started dancing in the mirror. I twirled and when I face the mirror again, The Girl in White in behind me. Except this time she has a sad, guilty look on her face. I'm so scared I can't even move. I can't even breathe. I hear a faint voice say, "Please, I won't do it again." And then she appears to be crying. I couldn't really tell because she disappeared quickly.

Last night my cousin Roe came over and we were just sitting, being regular teenage girls, when her phone goes off. She answers it, but no one replies. Five minutes later it goes off again, and this time someone says, "Please, I won't do it again." and it was so loud, Roe had to pull her phone from her ear. The voice hung up, and Roe threw her phone on my bed. She left saying she'd be right back. So I stood up for some unknown reason and look in the mirror. There she was again! The Girl in White, only this time... Her eyes were...clouded. They looked lost and afraid. And coming from her mouth... Was the smoking mist.

Anyone have an idea of what she might be trying to tell me. I want to say the smoking mist and The Girl in White are related, but I'm not so sure. Questions and comments are welcome.