Help Her Rest in Peace
by Emily Sheffield, age 12, Oxford Middle School
Oct 29, 2012 | 768 views |  0 comments | 8 8 recommendations | email to a friend | print
It was a cold, dark night. The wind howled as it came around the buildings. There was a chill in the wind that made me colder as I walked down Main Street. I felt like there was someone stalking me. There were no people on the street. Who was it? Wait... Where was everybody? I saw something, but I’m not sure what it was. It didn’t look to great. I decided to go home to eat and sleep. The lights flickered on and off, I quickly located the flashlight and looked for someone who could have turned it off. No one, nothing was there. Then, someone came out of the closet screaming and I looked out at the hallway in my apartment to see if someone heard it too. No one was out there. It was a young girl, small, thin, and ghost-like. She came at me and I quickly saw what she was. She was dressed in a flower girl dress. I knew who she was.

A couple months back there was a wedding and in the newspaper it said the flower girl was murdered on her way to the bathroom at her mother’s wedding. They never found her body, but I think I found her ghost. The girls name was Joley Connell. She had a bad head injury that was bleeding but the thing was, it went away in an hour. She couldn’t talk but she could write, scream, and scare the heck out of someone. She went into my bathroom and grabbed a sharpie I had left in there. She wrote on the mirror, ‘’help’’, but I didn’t know how to help the girl-ghost. She later led me to a graveyard where a monument had been made there for her since they had no body. I then noticed there was someone there beating on it and screaming out, ‘Joley come back!’ and it was her mother. I went to talk to Joley and she mouthed she couldn’t rest until her mother knew she was OK. I went to talk to her mother and I told her I could see Joley and that she was OK and she wanted her to know she loved her and was ready to go now. Her mother was as sad as ever and stood up and said facing the monument, that she would be OK and for Joley to go on.

As she left she looked back at me and thanked me for what I did. I’m not sure why, but I still feel like Joley is still here. This time I’m not scared of her, I am happy for her. If I see another ghost that can’t rest, I will do this all over again. It wasn’t really that exhausting, it was actually fun. I decided to go home and rest, eat, and sleep, maybe this time I won’t find a ghost.

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