Personal Narrative

I’m standing in the center or the room the only light that is in the room is the one following me, I hear her voice it’s so cold but so comforting to me. I see he standing in front of me her ghostly pale skin on her bones with her long fingernails and long hair always in her face, her dress torn and ripped at the bottom. She would scream at me in a high pitch I stood there staring at her trying hard not to move she moves swiftly but quickly to me she whispers in my ear “Your next, my child.” I heard other voices some laughing sinisterly and some repeating her. I closed my eyes I wake from my bed my pillow and sheets where wet from my sweat. I have seen her so many times in my dreams and a few times when I’m alone or out in public, I don’t know

I woke up around 3 am crying because I saw her and she told me that I was next my grandparents tried to calm me down but how could they their 4-year-old granddaughter was scared of Her. The rest of week I didn’t see her truthfully I didn’t see Her for another year or so. During the summer I went to the old house to see them I was outside helping my grandparents in the garden they had made me, while their I would talk to my “friends” that where at the house they were a bit younger than me when they had asked me who I was talking to I told them the little boy and girl in the den we were play with the little wooden horse and were about to go outside to play but they said they couldn’t go outside they could only stay inside. My grandparents called my mother asking if I had imaginary friends she said no and asked if everything was okay they talked for a bit longer I ended up staying with them for a lot long than I was told but I didn’t care I had friends to play with. Around November there was this dog that was at the house to I told my grandparents, which went back to more worry and panic because they were understanding in a way of what I