I was eight years old, and didn't have a clue of what was happening to me. I was simply laying down on my bed, around midnight. There wasn't any sound or movement, yet something woke me. I looked up from my bed, blind as a bat. Yet I saw it. Faint yet still there. A white flowing dress, and a very faint and very pale woman.
I swear, I had never seen anything like it. She flowed with light, but stood like a shadow. I didn't see any physical features. Just a white flowing dress. It fills my mind every night. It was like a wedding dress. Or a night gown. Maybe a combination of both. I hadn't seen something so beautiful in my life.
I see her every once in a while. She is always out of sight though. In the corner of your eye. I have always referred to her as The Woman in White. She never speaks, never makes her presence clear. She simply exists. Always there, yet never there. Hidden. Always hidden.
She was beautiful. More beautiful then the universe. I have come to call her Mary. I have seen her family as well. The father is Richard. I have never seen him, never heard a sound from him. I just knew he was real. Same as the big brother and little sister. Jared and Sarah. Jared is 15, Sarah is 8. Jared never showed himself to me, but I know he is real. I always feel him watching me, observing. Sarah, on the other hand, loves to run around and play. You can hear her running upstairs. Hard footsteps going back and forth. My mother told me the few times she heard a little girl call for her mom. Sarah calls my mother her mom. A little girl, in need of a mother.
There story is like very other one you could imagine. The father, Richard, killed them all. He drowned the wife, suffocated the brother, and stabbed the little girl. Once he killed them, he killed himself. That's all I know of them. I haven't bothered to look it up. I'm too scared to figure out if it is real or not.
If you know something don't tell me. I truly do not wish to know. Tell someone that takes this to heart. That isn't scared of the truth. That is all the information I have, so make do with it. Again: do not contact me in any way. Through comment or email I do not want to know. I am still young, and can be traumatized very easily. I do not want this to scare me. Look it up if you like. Tell someone if you wish. Just not me.