True Ghost Tales

This story happened years ago. I can’t remember the exact age I think probably about ten years old. Anyway I’m fifteen now. By the way I like to tell you that this is all true, it’s probably a coincidence but I like other people to know and see what they think.

Years before I was born, when my grandma was only ten or so, she had a cousin named Rosie. Rosie died from cancer around the age of eleven or twelve and my grandma was devastated, she still gets upset now if I mention her.

Growing up I was always fascinated ghosts and sprits. I used to see them everywhere. I never had many friends but one of the ghosts that I saw was a girl who I called Rosie. She was there all my life. My dad even told me I was talking about her since I could speak. I loved Rosie but because the rest of my family couldn’t she her they just said I was making it all up. Except for my dad of course who always believed me and said he could feel her presence too.

But what started bothering my mum and grandma was when I started drawing pictures of Rosie. In my pictures I drew her how I saw her. She had lovely brown eyes with beautiful long brown curly hair. There was always a big bow in it and old fashioned green dress with flowers all over it.

One day my mum and I were cleaning out my grandma’s house. We found a bunch of Jewelry boxes stuffed with precious necklaces and bracelets. My curiosity got the better of me and I had to have a look in them. I found a gorgeous locket that was wrapped up the most. I showed it to my grandma but she burst into tears when I showed her. My mum finally explained to me because I couldn’t understand.

We took the necklace home. My mum got out the pictures I drew. Inside the locket was a picture of my grandma’s cousin. The face on my drawing and the face on the photo were the same. We think that Rosie saw that I could see ghosts and looked after me, because my parents argued a lot and it upset me.

Soon my mum and dad were fighting for custody for me and I got depression. Rosie helped me through it all and I started to get better. But Rosie started fading away. So did all the other ghosts. Now I can only feel them and see them from the corners of my eyes. I never wanted Rosie to leave and I never understood why she did. But my question is was it all a coincidence and the Rosie that I grew up with was all my imagination or was she real, was she the ghost of my grandma’s cousin and if so why did she leave? I still miss her a lot. What do you think?

Sent in by Laura, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com