I’m sorry it’s been a while since I posted. There were a lot of things that happened over the last month, and I needed to take care of myself and hide for a while. The end of summer was not fun and games. It was full of daycare work, loss, and stalkers that I’m trying to stay away from.
I got freaked out when someone started following me, and I thought it would be best to stay low.
It’s not a ghost that I’m afraid of. At least, I don’t think she is a ghost.
It’s an older woman with long white hair and glasses. She doesn’t look dangerous, but she worries me because she seems to know about me seeing ghosts, and I worried this blog may have gotten her attention in a way I didn’t want to get attention.
The week before school started is the first time I noticed her. I was drawing at my usual coffee spot where I usually encounter the coffee girl ghost. This is the same ghost that I have been trying to get to interact with me but usually disappears whenever I get close.
This time, the coffee girl ghost not only reacted to me but to this weird, old woman. Her hair long white hair is soft and billowy like cobwebs, and she was odd wearing a long skirt and a sweater that is too hot for the summer season.
At first, I didn’t pay too much attention to his old woman. I’m used to people noticing me or watching me as I draw. People find creation interesting, but instead of praising my drawing or striking up a quick conversation, she just stood over me for a few minutes and watched me start drawing a new portrait of the coffee girl ghost. I had only drawn outlines so I could refine her features once she appeared.
Her quiet observation didn’t bother me because I prefer not talking to people while I draw. Sometimes, people will even apologize for distracting me. I don’t mind the small talk of a quick comment, and most people don't mean to bother me.
She said nothing though, and then just sat down across the cafe and continued to observe me, drinking what looked to be tea from an actual teacup from the cafe rather than a paper cup. It’s obvious her intent was to stay for a while.
When the coffee girl ghost made an appearance, she had her same sweet and shy smile, until she noticed the woman. Her facial expression changed from her shy smile into wide eyes looking at disbelief and terror.
This surprised me, as the only person I have seen this ghost interact with is me, and because she knows that I can see her.
The distressed coffee girl ghost motioned at me to leave by waving her hands. Why was she signaling to me? I felt my heart jolt with panic as I have never seen a ghost do this before.
Why is she afraid of this woman? Is she warning me about her?
The woman’s expression changed too, as she watched my reactions from the ghost. She was also looking past me and directly at the ghost, which means that she must see ghosts too.
I quickly left, feeling her eyes following me as I rushed out the door, but it didn’t end there.
The next week, I saw her at my school. She was there watching me as I left school last Monday when I had to ride the city bus home. For the first time, I was thankful for my dad’s paranoid parenting about taking alternate routes home to throw off stalkers so they don’t know where you live.
I rode the bus to a grocery store and hid in the aisles until I lost her. Then I grabbed another ride from the city bus to lose her.
I’m wondering if I should tell my dad about her, but I don’t want him finding of about this blog.
What do you think I should do?