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bedroom. 
    That night, I made sure to
close the shades so that no external light would shine through the window; I
was still positive that she was only seeing reflected light and in her sleepy
and anxious state, her brain was translating as a human figure with unbound
hair. With my friend on the couch and with me in her bedroom, we went to bed.
    It was dark when my eyes
opened and I frowned. I do not typically wake up in the middle of the night but
I had a tingling feeling all along my spine that I was not alone in the room.
“Are you there,” I called out, expecting to see my friend in the doorway but
instead of my friend, there was a figure.
    I sat up with a gasp, a
woman, not very tall was standing at the foot of the bed, and her hair was
falling forward, putting her face in shadows. Her hands were at her sides, and
I knew that she was looking at me, even though I could not see her face. I held
my breath, stunned at what I was seeing and then, the figure just walked into
the cabinet in the wall and was gone. I jumped out of bed and turned on the
lights.
    “Did you see her, “my
friend said, “You saw her?” I was still staring at the wall, trying to find a
rational explanation but my brain could not come up with one. I could NOT
explain what I had just seen. I pushed a lock of hair back off of my own face
and realized that my hand was trembling. I was shaken up but determined to get
to the bottom of this.
    The next time, I went to
bed armed with a flashlight. When I woke up, I could tell from the way the hair
on my arms and the back of my neck was standing up that there was a presence in
the room. I clicked on the flashlight and pointed the beam of light towards the
foot of the bed. 
    You hear people say that
they screamed in fear. Never had I screamed in fear until that night. As the
light of the flashlight hit where the face should have been, there was just
darkness that seemed to shift and move. I screamed and as I screamed, the
figure screamed and rushed towards me! 
    Instead of attacking, the
ghostly apparition went into the built-in wall cabinet, the same section of the
wall that she always disappeared to and I felt myself sink to the floor. I
could not spend another night there so I went back home, allowing my friend to
come with me, at least until her husband got back. When he returned, I
explained to him what I had seen, and pointed out the exact section of the
wall. 
    He studied the cabinet in
the wall, “this section of the wall is not flat; it is almost like it had been
knocked down and was rebuilt.” He used a hammer to break out a section of the
wall and then with a cry he pushed us out of the room. Unsure of what was going
on, we sat in the living room while he called the police and told them that
there was remnants of a skeleton in the wall. 
    I dared to peek around the
corner, stuffed in the wall, was a skeleton. The tattered clothing was the
exact same clothing that the ghost always wore and the straggly, thin strands
of hair on the dried scalp were enough for me to tell that the ghost girl of
the house was the ghost of whoever was in the cabinet. 
    “She was trying to tell us
where to find her,” I said, still only half believing that I had witnesses the
ghost of the poor dead girl. As it turns out, the couple that had lived in the
house twenty years ago, only one of them had left the house. After the first
year of moving in, the wife had disappeared and the husband told everybody that
she had run away with another man. 
    After twenty years, he had
left the house. It was only when my friend and her husband moved in that the
ghost tried to communicate, and since it was a man who had killed her, she
tried to show my friend where she was buried in the wall cabinet, only she
could not speak. 
    As it turns out, those who
see ghosts are not crazy and I no longer roll my eyes or try to find a rational
explanation for things because I am a witness to the fact that not everything
in this world