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It all happened when I was about 6 or 7 years old while I was preparing for school. You see, my mom always woke me up very early so that we can make it on time for school. So this day was it was the usual routine, or so I thought so.
But the unexpected happened, I saw my very first ghost! I was on my way to the bathroom to have my morning bath that my mom had prepared, and then I felt something go passed me. My first reaction was to know who it was because I was still a little bit sleepy. When I realized that there's no one there, I started to feel scared because I knew that something was wrong. I couldn't move from where I'm at when I saw a shadow of a girl about my age, walking towards my sister's room.
It was walking or moving like what shadow's should move but without seeing the person who owns it! What really scared me was that it stopped for sometime in front of me. As if watching me to see if I'm going to do something before it continued its way to my sister's bedroom.
My sister who is about to turn two years then cried really hard when the shadow got to her. My mom immediately went to her room to see what's wrong with my sister. I told my mom what I saw afterwards and unlike the usual reaction of a grown up, my mom didn't laugh at me but she only ask me if I was sure of what I saw.
I never forgot that encounter. I'm not even sure if it was a ghost I saw, at least that's what I think it was. But I'm really sure it was all real and wasn't made up.
Then it all came clear when I was in high school when my mom finally told me the story about my imaginary friend when I was a baby. I know its normal for a child to have an imaginary friend but mine's different. She's real! She's more of an invisible friend which only I can see. At first my mom thought she's imaginary. But when I started telling stories about her slapping me and then I'd be getting bruises on my face, my mom started to take my stories seriously.
My mom told me she started to become more and more violent to me when my little sister was born. And she just simply went away one day because we had a big fight about my sister.
No matter how hard I try I really can't remember all these events. I can't even remember her name now or how she looked. And my mom won't tell me either. What ever you call it I know all of it was real and I'm happy she's gone now. I don't know what I could call her but a ghost. She was maybe the shadow that I saw when I was 6!
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