The Kind Young Ghost (1)

Dear Caroline,

      Hello sweetie, it's your grandma! You probably know from your parents that I'm not getting better. Please don't be sad! I don't know how much time I have left before I lose all my mental function. I'd prefer to tell you in person, and when you're older. but I fear that I won't have that chance. You're fourteen now, and I think that makes you old enough to know. You always asked me to tell you about my sister, and I never did. That's about to change. Please know that I would never lie to you, and every word of this is true, no matter how unbelievable it is. 

      The joke in our town (well, it's your town, too) was that the Elementary School had its own resident ghost who haunted it. Any flickering lights in the school were blamed on the ghost, and if there was a gust of wind near the school, it was attributed to the ghost. Parents perpetuated this rumor to their young children to make them behave. they told their children to behave or else the ghost would get them. Many people don't know how the rumor even got started. They assume that some kid make a joke about a ghost once, and then it stuck. The children are told to be afraid of the ghost, because it is malicious. They couldn't be more wrong. 

      My sister has haunted the school since her death when she was eight years old. She was climbing a tree, and she went too high. The branch broke, and she fell and snapped her neck. Now usually, a person's soul would leave. But I guess that my sister was different. For whatever reason, she stayed on the Earth as a ghost. 

      She can choose to manifest a ghostly representation of her body, but she never showed anyone but me. She looked the same as she did when she was eight. She never changed, even after all these years. She is unable to leave the grounds of the school or pass on. Maybe she's waiting for me, we're twins after all. 

    She protects the children in the school from any evil that could possibly come to them. There was once a kidnapper who tried to take a boy, and she threw a giant vase on him. She saved the boy that day. Another time, she caught a girl who fell out of the window, and brought her to the ground safely. I still have the newspaper that spoke of the unbelievable event. 

    I know that you may not believe me, but now you know the truth. And it is the truth, no matter what others may say. Try to find her. She usually spends her time by the tree where she died. You'll know it by the plaque that says Maria Jameson. Even if you don't believe me, Caroline, please try to find Maria. Tell her that I love her, even though I've been unable to visit her. 

    I love you!

                                                                                Grandma Carol Nora Jameson Blake