I was about 12 when this happened. I wouldn’t call this a bad story. I had just come out of the closet when this happened. I had told my mother I liked other girls and she slapped me. I ran to my room to cry about it, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. Knowing it wouldn’t be my dad or mom, I looked up. I saw a woman standing there. Sort of. She was faded, like an old photo might. I could see my TV and dresser through her. I froze. I wanted to know why I had these events happen to me.
But this woman just smiled at me. I felt, what I thought was, her hand petting my hair. She smiled down at me and moved her mouth. I don’t know what she was saying, no sounds came out. Then she was gone. I blinked a few times. Was she real? If so, who was she and why was she in my room? I never saw her again. From time to time, I wounder what she had said. I want to know who she was and why she was trying to comfort me.