Writing Prompt #1

 Dear Diary,

I come to you because sister and mother refuse to believe me. They have said I should not speak of these things and yet I believe that what I saw was not in my mind or a bad dream. I have come to pour myself into your pages in hopes that I will successfully remove these images from my mind. 

It was the 9th of June, the sun had set leaving the sky a beautiful blush and Mother and Father prepared to take leave to a dinner with the Jones family. I not being of age was not permitted to attend. Sister has yet to forgive me for needing to be supervised and ruining her life. 

As I lay in my bed and read by the lantern light I saw what seemed to be a flash of pure white light under my door. What could cause such a hue of light, I asked myself. As I slowly approached the door I heard a low moan like that of a rumbling boiler but it sounded like a voice. Knowing that our home was only occupied by my sister and myself, I knew this moaning voice did not belong to someone that I was acquainted with. I find myself lying flat on the floor attempting to peer into the hallway undetected. Again the bright pure light passed my door but this time I could clearly see feet. 

Feet that were pure white that seemed to walk but also never touch the floor. What could it be?

I pulled myself up from the floor and found the courage on the way to crack my door in hopes that I would catch a glimpse of this strange visitor. 

As I slowly cracked my door, the moan fell silent and as I began to gain the trust that the silence granted me, I opened my door a bit wider hoping to view down the other half of the hallway. Before I could stretch my eyes around the corner, the flash returned and I blindingly fell backwards onto my floor. As I looked up, a small boy stood above me, not stand, floating. A spirit peered down at me as if I was an intruder in his home. His hair overgrown and his eyes tired, he searched my face for familiarity and found none.