Rain ghost ▼▼n.h▼▼

I hear her, I hear her beautiful voice every single day. People think I am going insane, because she is dead, she is gone. But I hear her sweet voice, singing songs, and the sound of piano softly played. Whenever it rains, and exactly when it hits 12:00 after midnight, I hear her. I am not going mad, I hear her voice. Perhaps it is her ghost, or maybe it is my mind, playing tricks on me. But I am sure that I am not experiencing hallucinations. I even asked my neighbors if they hear anything, some would laugh at me and call me crazy, and some would shut their doors in my face. No one came near the flat she used to stay in. But some people who sought to live in her flat found strange things, like fresh blood on the walls, and many other creepy things. People were aware from coming near her flat.

They called her the rain ghost.