My story is not at all far fetched but I believe I love my friendly whispering ghost. I was thirteen, I was studying to be a veterinarian at an all girls school downtown. I preferred to spend time by myself, waiting for my animal to appear by my side. I had always had a feeling that someone was trying to communicate with me, this required me being ready in my own space.
She first stayed over a night, sleeping close by my side, and her dog ghost would sleep under the bed. We shared my teddies. Played as children do realizing that we had the adults to deal with at dinner-time. What fun we had. The ghost would chase me up the stairs and I would be almost out of breath. I would be told that my book was hers and not mine because she was in trouble more than I was. We decided together that I would leave with her on a suitable night. I fell asleep waiting for her to appear when she wanted, well she appeared. She was wearing a little wedding dress, a greying tattered old veil. She woke me up especially and held up my up to date clock. That clock never worked again. Never.
I saw her many years later, happily running through a grave yard with an arch way, no church. She was wearing the same little wedding dress and tattered greying veil. Her face was a child's face. No horrific scratches, just a purity of understanding that she was not from my years, she was from before me.
Not long after this meeting. I placed a lot of my work into the pet she brought into my life. I would nourish the elements of a normal life for the pet. Without going too overboard. The animal walked to me in the darkness and has followed me ever since even growling at the dangerous steps I had to take to leave the home that we had met in.