I’ve always wondered about the house next door. I barely see my neighbors anywhere; it’s quiet and it looks empty. This house gives me chills every time I walk past. It has a very eerie feeling to it that I cannot explain.
One particular day, I walked past the house and saw a girl almost my age in the window. She looks like she is a year or 2 younger than me. I waved and smiled at her, which she gladly returned. I never saw her before, so I assumed that she just moved in with my neighbors.
The next day I baked a cake and decided to make a new friend. I knocked on the door and after 2 knocks, it opened. I greeted her and she let me inside. Everything seemed normal, there was nothing wrong with her.
Her name was Jess, she was beautiful and very energetic. Day after day, we spent time with each other. We became inseparable.
The following week, I went over to her house. I knocked continuously, but no one answered. I then stepped inside and to my surprise, the house was empty. A property sales agent then came walking down the stairs.
“Hey, what are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here.”
“I’m looking for my friend.”
She looks at me confused.
“Your friend? Whose your friend?” She asks me.
“Her name is Jess.”
Her eyes went wide, and she looked shocked and afraid. She never responded for a while, she then went upstairs and came back down with a folder in her hands.
“Jess was a girl that died 10 years ago. She used to live in this house, but her father killed her and her pregnant mother. She comes back once a year, and that is the anniversary of their death.”
That’s when I realised, I’ve been friends with a ghost.