Yellow Boots

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Yellow Boots
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I live in Mingo County. I was 18 when this happened to me. Since this was our Senior year in 1999, my friends and I decided while off on Christmas break we would go sledding since we had 7 inches of snow.

We bundled up and walked to the end of our holler. We all lived in the same holler. I always loved snow and having fun.

Kim, Sarah, Mary, John, Lee and I went up the hill. Kim and I got on my new red sled. We took off first with Mary and John behind us and Sarah and Lee behind them. We hit a stump and sailed into the air and landed almost in the creek. I was shaken up, the sled was on me, and I had to push it off. I didn’t see Kim anywhere. I started calling her name. I saw that she was hurt and laying next to the creek. She grunted and I noticed her leg was bleeding. I started shouting for the rest of my friends. I tried picking her up and I saw yellow boots next to her body. I looked up to see a red-headed girl wearing a yellow snowsuit.

“I’ll get help,” she said.

The next thing I knew, she was gone. My friends came over all worried. John scooped her up.

“Did you see her? I asked.

“See who?” Sarah asked.

“That girl”, I said.

We all started walking toward the road when John’s dad in his 4 wheel drive Ford truck pulled up.

“Dad she’s hurt.” John said packing his little sister.

“That girl came and told me.” Mr. Messer said.

“What girl?” I asked.

“Your friend with the red hair wearing the yellow boots.” He replied.

We never did see that girl again. We didn’t know who she was until I attended Southern College and my new friend Emilee Watts was at her house working on a project and I used the bathroom and low and behold I saw a picture of that red headed girl wearing those yellow boots!

I immediately asked her about the girl.

Here is what she said, “That’s my sister, I was 5 when she went missing. We never found her body. She might be alive. Her name was Rachel. I like to believe she’s alive.”

“How old would she be?” I asked.

“30,” she replied.

I knew that she had to been a ghost cause she was our age.

I was spooked out. I didn’t tell her the story. I figured I’d let her believe Rachel ran away with some boy.

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