Visit Me

When I was little, my mom would tell me stories about a little girl who died of a ship crash. I would get scared because that girl lives in my house. Sometimes you could see a shadow in the mirror in the hallway. She said her name was Elizabeth and she said she was on a ship to the gold rush. She also at the time wrote something that said "visit me". She would freak me out. One time, she played with a pillow and hit me in the head. My mom was scared so she called a priest. Once he got there, he said a lot of weird things and I could hear Elizabeth screaming. I cried because she was my best friend, but my mom said "she'll be happy now" but I still see her in my dreams. She came back and said Jesus is proud of me. I had a cheerful expression on my face and I asked her "will you tell my dad I love him because he died?" and she said "ok", we hugged and I cried tears of joy!