It was all so sudden. My eyes popped open. I was wide awake unaware of the time. The night sky covered my room in darkness only to be illuminated by the moonlight, as it does every night. But, something was off. All I could think about was the uneasiness I felt course through me. I felt a pair of eyes on me from all angles. I became frightened and tense at first. I was frozen as if the clocks suddenly stopped. My body lifted itself into an upright position. I gulped and then slowly turned my head. Her figured glowed in the dead of night.

I took in a breath keeping my silence. Her dress had to be some sort of a night gown, long and white, something from the early 1900's. I could tell this by the ruffled collar and the embellishments that detailed down the dress. My tongue was in a knot as I focused on the white glow she gave off. Her pin straight black hair stopped at the bottom of her rib cage. Awestruck, I stared at her stillness. I watched her turn and walk away with no creaking coming from the wood floors. As living people we move, breathe, make noise, but she? She was completely lifeless and quiet.

I was no longer in fear, not after her blackened eyes met my brown ones, just a certain particular gloom crept over my room. I didn't know who she was, but I knew what she was, a ghost. She seemed almost fragile as she stood still staring at me. I searched her face for any type of emotion, but none was found, just a blank stare. She was no longer living, but she used to have a life. She had the past that I will never know. That's what interested me. Each and one of us lead separate lives, but yet we're all wrapped together in the same reality.

My family was the only one to ever live in my house, however, we don't know anything about the past properties. It was all so eerie and unknown. I prickle up with goosebumps detailing my skin every time I think back to this time. This was years ago, but she still lingers in my mind. I think of her in the form she gave me and she left never to be seen again. She knew who she was and it's a mystery if she even knew who I was. So, why did she come to me? Where did she go? It was all so unanswered as life is in its entirety.

I think back now and realize I'm never going to know more about that night than what I do now. I have not seen her since. Years have passed, but this experience has taught me something; no one knows anything about life and what comes after it. We all end up the same: non-living. It's terrifying to know that one day we will no longer breathe the air that once filled our lungs.

We will become silent as she was and I feel as if that says the most. It's a fact that we all pass on, death is unexceptionable. Unfortunately, that's not all that is terrifying. What is, is that we don't know what comes after. Yes, we all have our ideas, but because we are alive they are not proven.

Our bodies, our vessels, they stop, but where do our souls go? As humans, we like to believe that we know so much because we are capable of so much. In reality, we know so little. We become afraid to talk about the unknown, so we stay quiet wrapped in security. Then, something like this happens. You see the dead walk in front of you, much like I did. Maybe she had somewhere to be or someone to meet.

This opens up a door, not a portal of some sort, just a door that leads into a different way of thought. Sometimes if I think too much or too deep, I become afraid of not dying, but what happens after it. As I am alive, I learn to move on from this thought, to leave it in the dark until I find myself in the comfort of silence again. The silence allows me to think, just as much as the silence allowed me to take in all the aspects of the ghost girl.

Overall quietness isn't bad. In actuality, it's nice to breathe without sound. But, there's a darker side. Silence is powerful, secretive, and maybe regretful. I come to learn that we must say what we feel in order to not fall victim into a dark silence. Sometimes I wished I asked her who she was, but you can't change the past. Seeing someone who has died really made me question reality and who walks among us in the shadows. Life is crazy and strange, to breathe and then to not and to think we'll unravel the largest mystery when we're dead.