My house is still haunted but after so much time, I'm used to it. I don't think they'll ever go away so I just have to live with them. I never thought they would hurt me and I am convinced that they only want to live peacefully with my sister and I. They even helped me a few days ago.
I have a friend named Mark, not his real name, and we've been friends for quite a while. A few days ago, he told me he wanted to go out with me and I said no, but I didn't say no in a nice way. I freaked and ran to hide in the bathroom. I did that because I never expected that of Mark. He is a super nice guy and I felt really guilty about that, he didn't deserve such an ugly rejection. I avoided him for the rest of the day. I couldn't sleep that night. I just felt really guilty.
I closed my eyes for a while, but I opened them again because the room was really cold. I sat up in bed and I saw a woman sitting on my desk chair. My bed faces my desk. She was so beautiful. Her hair was red and, well, I can't really describe her very well because what I saw was indescribable. She was wearing a black dress and she had a pearl necklace around her neck. She was looking at me and then she said, "Everything is going to be fine," and then she vanished. Her voice sounded like if it was coming from far away, but she was so close!
I just sat there for a long while and then I let out a sigh and said, "No this can't be, I'm just trying to calm myself down." I thought I had imagined it because I wanted to feel better so badly. I went downstairs to get a glass of water but I froze because I saw the same woman at the bottom of the stairs. She just said the same thing again. I think she was annoyed because I ignored her the first time. So I said, "Okay, I understand. Thank you" and she smiled and vanished.
Can a ghost smile? I swear I saw her smile. I wasn't afraid of her I felt like she was friendly. Then I started wondering if she was Katrinka Chevchenko, maybe she was.
The woman was right, everything was fine. Mark wasn't mad at me and we're still friends. Thank God for ghosts! If it hadn't been for that ghost lady, I probably would have avoided Mark as much as I could and it wouldn't have worked out.