Your True
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September 2003 –
Page 6
Suicide
Ghost
by Satori
This experience is very dear to me, though it grows blurry with time... memories fade like breath upon a mirror - especially ones that were dim to begin with. But this is what I remember, I do not know exactly what I saw, but I do know it changed me.
At my old college, an all-girls Catholic school, there was a bathroom everyone swore was haunted. People always talked about icy winds, hearing and seeing things and a feeling of being watched. I dismissed them as rumors. But one Halloween my friend and I decided to go and "talk" to this spirit. We went into a bathroom stall with a bathtub because that seemed to be the center of the energy. My friend got into the tub and started feeling around; I did too... and I felt the most amazing feeling - a tingling-like electric current coming from the walls and the faucets. I was stunned, but oddly enough not afraid. Elated was more the word. We got out of the tub and that's when I saw it: the pale image of a young girl with dark hair and deep sad eyes. She was wearing some kind of slip thing; her wrists were cut and her blood was going down the drain. She looked like me! Again, I did not feel fear, only sympathy.
"I think she put the razor in the soap dish," I said to my friend. "I know," she answered. Suddenly, I felt this presence, this tingling warm feeling I felt it inside... like the way your arms prickle before a storm. I said to it, "Come out, don't be afraid." And the feeling got stronger. Then I said, "It's okay, we understand you can go back." And the feeling seemed to move upward in my body until it disappeared. Then there was no more energy. But when we rose to leave, I felt this overwhelming sadness and loneliness. I knew she did not want us to leave. I said to her gently, "I'm so sorry, but we can't help you. You need to go back now." Then I felt the sadness lift and the room grew lighter. I felt her leave. She never returned and no one spoke of her again. But I will never forget her. She taught me a lesson: compassion heals all wounds, whether alive or dead.
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