I Can See Myself

It Happens Every Night

She woke to the familiar blast of cold air.

Please, not this again, she thought. She reluctantly opened her eyes then flinched. She was really hoping that this time it would just be a guest of cold, winter wind. But she couldn't be that lucky.

There was herself, or at least it looked a heck of a lot like her, standing beside her bed looking down at her. She had the same long black hair, same eyes that people said looked like a cats, and even the freckles were in the same places as hers. Four long, sleepless months this has been going on. Four months of waking up and seeing herself staring down at her. She came every night since her birthday in September. The only times she didn't show up was when she wasn't sleeping in her room. And only when she was alone. Guess that's another similarity between us: we're both shy.
 
The first night this happened she screamed until her parents ran into her room. A split second before her door opened, she disappeared. Her parents didn't believe her and put it off as a bad dream. They stayed in her room until she fell asleep again. When she woke up in the morning, she thought it was just a bad dream, too. Until it happened again. This time she tried talking to her. She never spoke and just stood there with the same expression until she left. When it happened again, she realized it was going to be an every night thing.
 
One time, after a month of this happening, she had her sister, Sophia, sleep in her room with her. She didn't come until Sophia got up to use the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut, she appeared in her usual place by her bed. And a minute before Sophia came back, she disappeared.

Amanda could never get her to say why she appeared, or any clue to why she came. Every night she appeared, stared, and left. She didn't even have a pattern of when she came. It was always a different time. Tonight when she looked at ger alarm clock, it said 2:49.

And every night Amanda talked to her, hoping she would one day explain her presence. "Why are you here?" she whispered. When she got the same, unblinking stare, she tried saying it again, slower. She sat there a minute staring back at her. She then gave up and laid back down, covering her entire body with her blanket. She could feel the ghosts icy stare on her. There was no way she could sleep being watched like this. A while later, she felt the room warm a little  bit, and Amanda relaxed a little, knowing the ghost was gone. She didn't sleep the rest of the night.

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