On a street near the bottom of the mountain where the Archway Forest grows. A young girl, perhaps older than she looks, walks back and forth, back and forth, along the road once a week, when the sky is stained red. She wears what looks like a uniform, a white blouse and a pinafore. But you might not even notice it considering the large, navy blue coat that seems to swallow her.
Many claim that she is a ghost, a lost soul that is doomed to wander back and forth along the same road for the rest of eternity. But those souls go to the Land of the Lost. This girl isn't lost.
As a child, every week for about a month I walked back and forth along the same small road. Looking for something. Even then, I used to hope people would think of me as a ghost. It's my life dream to become a ghost story.
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