My cousin Nikki was, and is, my best friend. She was like a sister to me. She was the classic teenager; Gothic but won't admit it, into the much older, dangerous guys. If fact, that is what led to her death. A drunken boyfriend driving her home, and hitting a speed bump at 80 mph.
It all started October 9, 2007. The reason I have it so well remembered is that that was the day my cousin Nikki died. I had been playing with my brother when I found out.
When my mom told me, I ran to my room and sobbed my heart out. When I calmed down, I heard her. I heard Nikki. "Do not cry, Becky, I'm still here. Sleep now." She had whispered in my ear.
I didn't hear from her for a while, and I convinced myself it was a dream. How very wrong that was. It was more than a week later, and I was hanging out with my friend, who we will call Jewel.
We were walking into the playroom when I saw her. She was a faint out line, as if made from dust, and I put my arm out stopping Jewel. "Go back to my room." "Why?" But seeing my expression, he fled, with me right on his heels.
When we got to my room, I told Jewel what had happened. He suggested that we Google ghosts. We came up with nothing, mostly because I spelled ghost wrong.
Jewel suggested that we go to his house, so we did, if only to get away from our terror. We were sitting on his bed, watching TV, when I heard a long sigh and felt a cold blast of air. I gasped, and Jewel, being as jumpy as he is, nearly fell off the bed. I updated him and we searched for an AC, but all we found that might be the source was a fan, which was off at the time.
That was the last I heard of her until we moved. I will write more later on.
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