I have always been a believer in ghosts or, as you may call, the supernatural. But I would never have thought I'd have an experience. So here goes.
Two years ago, my life was going fine. I was playing tag with my 13-year-old sister Johanna and arguing with my 10-year-old brother Lucas. Just usual sibling stuff. So anyway, I had a very strong bond with Johanna. We always talked about things that troubled us, or made us happy. I felt like I could tell her anything, because I knew she wouldn't judge me or say mean things. I called her my best friend.
In the summer of 2010, Johanna was diagnosed with leukemia. It felt like my world was upside down. My parents were never happy, Lucas was always in his room, and I just felt like I had big weights on my shoulders. But I knew that Johanna had it worse. She tried to take chemo but she wasn't responding to the treatments. Johanna died on September 18, 2010. My mom became depressed. I think all of us did.
A week after Johanna had died, I felt a presence in my bedroom with me while I was asleep. I thought it was just Lucas trying to bug me or something. I opened my eyes and saw nothing, so I fell back asleep. Later on, Lucas began telling us that he felt like someone was watching him sometimes when he was alone. My parents didn't believe him, but I told Lucas that I believed him.
One other night, I was brushing my hair in the mirror after I had a shower when suddenly I saw Johanna behind me. She seemed to be a bit faded but I knew it was her. I was shaking very badly but I didn't scream or run away. Johanna gave me a little smile, which made me suddenly feel calm and happy. She stayed smiling at me for 2 minutes and then she seemed to fade away. I cried after that encounter but I had a feeling that she was assuring me that she was okay. That was the last time I saw Johanna. I never did tell my parents about seeing her ghost, nor did I tell Lucas.
I know that one day, I'm going to see Johanna again when I pass away. I know our sisterly bond will be as strong as ever.