I was 14 when my baby sister, Tinsley, was born. When Tinny turned 3, she started acting like she had an imaginary friend. She would jabber and play as if someone was there with her. One day, I asked who she was talking to, and she said, “Charlotte. She has a blue dress on.” That caught my attention because she didn’t know anyone by that name.
About two weeks later, I got out of the shower and was heading to my bedroom when I saw a little blond girl wearing a blue dress. She stood there only for a moment, then faded right before my eyes. I screamed, but of course my mom, Terri, did not believe me. My baby sister kept right on talking and playing with Charlotte.
About seven months later, my mom and Aunt Dena were looking through old family photos for my grandparents’ 40th anniversary party. I was in the kitchen baking when I heard my baby sister say, “Charlotte.” I went into the room just in time to hear Aunt Dena say, “This was Dad’s sister Roxanne’s little girl, Charlotte. She drowned at five.”
The glass dish I was holding shattered on the floor.
“That’s the ghost girl I saw!” I exclaimed.
Charlotte had died in a tragic accident in the creek between our house and my aunt’s house. I kept seeing that little girl off and on until I moved out.
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