I wrote this story before, it's a little long but really affected me.
When I was 17 or 18, I remember seeing a girl about my age who got hit by a car. I was home alone and sneaking liquor from my parents stash. It was late and snowing out, and I’m pretty sure the driver was drunk and didn’t see her. She must have assumed the guy would see her and let her cross, but he clearly didn’t. She was hit by the car and must have flew a good 20 feet into the trunk of a big oak tree. I didn’t actually see her get hit, so I couldn’t identify the vehicle, I just looked outside because I like the way the snow looks and saw her contorted body laying against the tree with blood soaking her light blonde hair.
I ran to grab my phone to call the cops, and ran outside to see if she was still alive. The body was gone, but there were footprints in the snow where she had been walking, a mark in the snow where she was laying, a dent in the tree and smattering of blood trickling into the snow. I was fucking confused at this point, but I saw footprints leading away from the body. I must have been too far from my house for the cordless phone to work, so I had to go back inside to call the cops.
I turned to my house and noticed that it was completely dark, I was a little freaked out already, but I forgot to put on a jacket, so I forced myself to go inside. I tried the lights, and the power was dead. All of the other houses and streetlights had power, but it was about 1am, so I didn’t want to bother my neighbors. I tried the phone again, but it wouldn’t work. I went to the hardwired phone, and the phone lines were dead as well.
I grabbed my jacket and a flashlight and immediately got the fuck out of my creepy house. I looked around for the girl and noticed that the tracks were leading both towards and away from where the girl was laying. Further investigation showed that there were actually 2 sets of tracks leading to the road, one set of large boot prints, and one much smaller set. Someone must have come looking for her and brought her inside, but that idea didn’t sit right with me.
I was tired, cold and pretty shaken so I decided to brave my house again. I remembered a spare cell phone my parents had for emergencies, so I slowly made my way to the stairs, stopping at the bottom and turning my flashlight off. The light was casting a host of moving shadows, each one competing for my startled attention. I let my eyes adjust and climbed the creaking stairs to my parents room. I opened their drawer and heard a whoosh behind me. It was the wind belting the side of the house. I grabbed the cell phone and tried to turn it on, but it was dead. I took it downstairs with the charger (No, it’s not a wall charger, it’s like an emergency battery backup about half the size of a car battery) and sat on the couch. This was a ghetto hunk of a phone, no smaller than the cordless one, and it had to be off in order to charge. I laid on the couch while waiting for it to charge.
The house groaned with the wind and small drafts seemed to seep into the living room. The next thing I remember hearing through the breathing of the wind in the otherwise still room was a sudden uproarious laughter and flurry of lights and colors as my eyes shot open. I had fallen asleep on the couch and the lights came back on, along with a late night episode of the Nanny. Fuck dude. I grabbed the cell and practically ran outside with my shoes half on, only to see that the marks in the snow were completely drifted over. I examined the tree and the blood was gone. I was thoroughly convinced that the event was real, but nothing remained of it.
Alright, so this freaked me out a bit, but I basically shrugged it off when my parents came home. I went outside and checked out the scene of the accident, and noticed that it wasn’t just drifted over with new snow, but that there were literally no traces that I could tell. It was obviously me being drunk and trying to stay up too late. I honestly didn’t even bother telling anyone, and quickly forgot about it for awhile.
I lived in northern NJ, which will see snow for a day or 2 before everything turns to mush and big snowstorms weren’t all that common. Within a few days the snow had melted and with it I had forgotten about the lucid dream I had. I walk past the tree almost daily on my way home from school, although I believe this was the first time I had passed it since that night (my mom had off of work and drove me home a few times).
I couldn’t help but take a closer look at the tree. Just seeing it up close again brought back the unfinished memory of that night. I didn’t outright see the dent, but there was an odd spot on the tree, like a knothole that had healed. My heart jumped when I realized that it was exactly where the dent should be, but I forced myself to believe that it was a coincidence. I tried my absolute best to milk an explanation from this, I told myself I was pretty sure I had seen it before and wondered where it came from or any other reason why that would be planted in my overactive imagination to create such a crazy dream.
As a final step, I checked the police blotters from the past week. I didn’t find any record of a serious accident or hit and run, so just like that I dismissed the whole thing.
About a month later (the first event was mid december) another big snowstorm hit around midnight. I heard a chill whisper on the side of my face which jolted me from my sleep. My window was rattling as the wind buffeted the side of the house. It was beautiful outside, with thick snowflakes being whipped back and forth in small dancing eddy currents. I sat up and watched them in the streetlight across from the tree which was just up a small hill from my house, in perfect view of my window.
That’s where I caught a glimpse of the girl again.
She was standing at the edge of the road, just past the tree wearing a baggy T-shirt hiding the top half of her bare legs. She stood out, as she was just beyond the lamplight which highlighted the snowflakes. The snow around her slowly began to illuminate, getting brighter and brighter until I could barely see her. A car peaked over the hill and drove past, and she was gone. I stared at the ceiling until I couldn’t fight off sleep any longer.
I didn’t notice anything else until the next winter when I came home from college for winter break. I was relieved that there was minimal snow, and encouraged myself not to look in the direction of the tree. I visited with my parents, had a late dinner and went to bed shortly after because I was tired from the long drive. I had to leave my window cracked because the heat in my room was much too high, and figured that the weather was good enough.
I was wrong. Through my dreams I heard a sudden but sustained wail, and a feeling like I had just jumped into a frozen lake. I launched myself forward, sitting disoriented in my bed. As soon as the room stopped spinning I got up and shut the window, which was blasting me with storm force wind and spitting flakes of snow into my room. I immediately rushed to the window expecting to see the girl. She emerged after just a few minutes, hair tossing carelessly in the wind. Slowly, her head turned while her expression remained locked, it scanned the street drawing nearer to my gawking eyes. She looked blankly in my direction, directly towards me and stopped. I hesitated, my stillness broken by a sudden shiver before ducking below the window sill. I looked back after only a few seconds and she was gone as a car slipped past my house.
It snowed for the next 2 days, the first of which I spent completely inside, refusing to look out the windows. That night I slept on the couch in the living room on the other side of the house. The next day I braved the storm in search of something to lift my “spirits”. Instead of taking the direct route up the road to the liquor store, I broke trail a couple of blocks out of my way. I met with my friend’s deadbeat older brother who bought me a pint of Yukon Jack, and was even nice enough to offer to help me drink it. I told him I had plans that night, which wasn’t true.
That night, my parents dug out the car to go to dinner and the bar with their friends, leaving me alone in the house. I got down to drinking, and got increasingly interested in my ghost watching as the night went on. I got ready for bed, purposely opening my window despite the storm. This time my own shivering shook me awake around 11:30. I looked outside as I closed the window, and watched for the girl. As the room warmed up and I reached the end of my bottle I became drowsy. Every wisp of fresh snow blown loose from the ground took the figure of that girl. My vision was unsteady and began to twist edges of the shadows into her shape, and I began to nod off to the visions of her phasing in and out of the lamplight’s edge.
My eyes felt like they were spinning in my head, and seemed to trick me into tracking a white shape in the distance. That shape instantly pipped me from my half-conscious state. I watched the fleeting white shape come fully into view as she ran to the edge of the road. She looked anxiously around, paused, and locked right on to my face. she began to run towards my house as a screeching gust punctured the edge of my window. My heart raced but with full clarity I saw the look of fear on her face, so I jumped up and ran outside to meet her.
She was in the street jumping up and down waving at my window, and she didn’t see the snow begin to shimmer on the hilltop. I ran at her as a large black SUV bounded over the ridge, grabbing her and tackling her into a snowdrift as the car trampled on by. I regained my senses and looked up to find that the car was already out of sight. Then I looked back to the girl who stuttered “I, I need help p-please” “what, is it what’s wrong? What can I do?” I replied, heart still pounding” “I, I need.. about tree-fiddy” she said. And that’s when I noticed that the poor girl with the soft blonde hair was actually a 3 story tall creature from the paleolithic era, but at least I had closure.
TL;DR Visited by apparition of a girl, was never the same
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