When I was 6 years old I moved in with my dad and came to visit my mom every summer. During that summer though I met a little girl about my age. She was dressed in a very old style and simple dress. I cannot remember her name anymore though. I used to go to her house almost everyday that I wasn't in trouble. Her house was a plain house, made mostly of concrete and it was about a block away from my house.
Every summer I would go to my mother's house and play with the little girl, as I got older I realized that she always wore the same dress. Her blond hair was always shiny and never seemed to get messed up. I got to play in her house several times. It looked much different then the outside, but it didn't occur to me when I was little. I can clearly remember what she looked like, like there was a photograph in my memory.
I was about 10 when I moved back in with my mom. I then went to the girl's house but she wasn't there. I asked the people living there if they had seen her, but they had lived there for years and no little girl had lived with them. My mother, her boyfriend, and my little sister cannot even remember her. They think she was just an imaginary friend, but my brother remembers her. He saw her once cause he was usually playing with his friends during the summer.
I looked into this and found nothing of a little girl disappearing or anything in my town. It still makes me wonder whether or not she was a ghost or just my imagination. In my mind I can still see myself playing with the little girl and I have tried to draw her, but I can never draw her face. It's like something is stopping me from showing people who she really is.
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