The girl

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When I was younger my grandmother used to tell me her stories before putting me to sleep, usually she would ramble about how sometimes in deserted land deep in the woods, covens used to exist. Covens of some beautiful yet some horrendous women, that were born against their will- women carved by the devil itself, my grandmother called them garbage for the world, my mother used to call them witches.

My grandmother said that there was no way really of telling where they were, where they lived or who they were. She said that they would sometimes prey on the weak, using there most deepest temptations and in return feeding off their souls.

My mother hates those stories, I think because she also grew up hearing them, but grandmother insisted that they were real that she had seen one on her young years.

Grandmother says that when she was young she lived in the middle of the woods, outside her town- she said that the trees were so tall they looked like they were extending all the way through the sky, her father was a mechanic who was always filled with car grease and stuck to his garage fixing his clients vehicles, her mother was a house wife- taking care of there six children, my grandmother being the oldest.

My grandmother said that when she was around fifteen she had the habit of going deep into the woods and find the highest tree she could possibly find and climb it, it was a daily thing she would do and she says that if she didn't have weak knees she would still do it.

She says one day just before the sun rise, she went into the woods and found a tree that looked like it was getting drowned in the clouds, she says she was swinging her legs from the highest branch as she tried to locate the town from the top of the trees, when she heard a soft whistle- she says that the whistle was like if someone was harmonizing- you could hear it as if it echoing through the woods, bouncing from tree to tree, she thought it was a bird at first but she says that as she looked down from the bridge she saw a girl, a girl.

A girl with this long hair, this long grey hair that fell to her waist- she says that from even the tallest branch she could make out the green of her eyes and the hints of gold outlining it. She says she had the tanest skin she had ever seen, sun kissed. And her cheekbones looked that they were carved to perfection, grandmother once said "she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen and at the age of 91 I still haven't seen another women like her"

She says she was staring straight at her, with this straight face, not blinking once not moving. She wore a dress that dragged behind her, the fabric so thing and transparent that you could see her legs through it, it had a slit on her left leg that when all the way before hitting her hip, the sleeves fell from her shoulders and she was barefoot, her feet covered by the fallen leaves and then dirt, she says she was there and then she began walking away dragging her dress behind her, grandmother says she rushed down the tree in hope to reach her but by the time she got down she had left and not one footprint behind.

I remembered asking her "did you ever learned her name"

Grandmother smiled and nodded "tell me grandma tell me"

I had never seen grandmother turn so serious at the moment, she looked at me and grabbed my hand "sometimes things are better left untold"