My grandparents trailer is surrounded by woods and more woods. My great-great grandfather, before he passed away five years ago due to melanoma (type of skin cancer) would find arrow heads in the back of the woods.
Well, one particular school night around 10:00, I was coming out of my room from downstairs and I happened to look and coming out of my NaNa's (grandmom) mother's room, it looked like an little Indian girl. The best way to describe her is this:
She looked about my height (im roughly 5'2). She had braided pig-tails with feathers in her dark hair. She looked sad. She gave me the impression that she didn't want to die. I felt sadness and grief when I looked at her. When she noticed that I was standing there she darted off into the kitchen. I followed her. Nothing was in the kitchen at the time, I was kind of freaked out about it.
I never saw her after that. I know that ever since then she has been with me at all times. I guess she came to me because she wants me to be happy all the time and after that I thanked her for coming to see me and I hope I see her again someday... I will always remember her even though for that brief moment she made me feel sadness and grief. I hope that she finds what she is looking for.