Hey, it’s me.
I think it would be fair to say we’ve had a complicated relationship. I’m sorry that those girls at school bullied you. I’m sorry they pushed you into a well and left you to die. I’m sorry that you felt you had to come back as a ghost and kill them. But the thing I’m most sorry for, is not forwarding the email about your death to 10 people. I truly am. But you need to stop appearing in my room every night at 3 AM to torment me for it. You’re a nice girl. You really are. But I’m at a place in my life where I need to move on — and you really should , too.
We’ve had our ups and downs over the years. I’ll never forget all the late nights we spent just talking to each other about our feelings, getting to know each other. When I was going through puberty, and my body was going through changes I didn’t understand, your comforting words were the only things that got me through those rough patches. When I stopped breathing in my sleep because of an allergic reaction, your ghostly screams alerted my parents that something was wrong. But I also can’t forget the bad times. The constant nightmares. All the times I brought a significant-other home and you tried to murder them. The nights you would try to murder me because I didn’t send an email when I was 12 years old. I’m trying to take the good with bad, but sometimes it’s just too much to handle.
I know this is never easy to hear, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I’m no longer that same middle school kid that didn’t forward that email, but you’re still the same girl who was murdered 50 years ago. I’m all grown up, and I can’t keep spending my nights with a pre-teen with really backwards views on race relations. (I know segregation was OK when you were alive, but it’s 2016. You need to get with the program.) One day, I’m going to have a career, and a family, and a 12 year old girl who was brutally murdered and is condemned to wandering amongst the realm of the living is not conducive to the healthy environment I want to create in my adult life.
I’m too old for the ghost of a dead child, and I’m sorry things had to go this way. But this doesn’t mean that I didn’t value all those years of constant terror. I went through my old middle school email and found your email. I’m going to forward it to 10 middle school kids who I know will not forward it to anyone else. You still have a lot to offer to the next generation of middle schoolers who don’t know what true fear feels like. I couldn’t have gotten this far without you, and I wish you all the best in your future hauntings.
