Lost Spirits (Two)

Her stare felt strong, did she know who I was? Her eyes were dark, spark-less like an abandoned attic.

I ran, panicked, I didn't know what to do. She was a teacher of mine, one I liked, she taught me in nursery. I couldn't remember her name, but more importantly why was she here. I never remembered her dying, I would've been told! Surely.

I sat in my room, pondering through my thoughts. In her ghostly form she was much older, she would have only been in her late forties if she was still alive. Then something came to memory, I had heard from my mother that the nursery was closing, they were making a newer one which would be connected to the pre-prep. Miss Aysely. that was her name, Miss Aysely.

I had talked to mother later that night, mainly about the nursery and Miss Aysely, mother said she was still going to work in the new one. Then it all clicked. Miss Aysely's ghost was from the future!

Wait, so did this mean I was the only one who could see this spirit? Well actually did I even see her at all? No, I defiantly did. It was her, no mistake.

That night was strange, I couldn't sleep and knew I had to find out what was going on. There must have been a reason for all of this, my feet magically wanting to take me to the graveyard, it was like I had absolutely no control over anything, or for that fact, anyone. Just when I wanted to get out of bed, to discover something interesting or exiting my eyelids became extremely heavy, I felt drowsy, I wanted to get up but my back wouldn't bend, then I fell asleep.

I dreamt that night, something I very rarely did. I dreamt of the graveyard, but there was no Miss Aysely, young or old, to be seen. My legs were pulling me, not as abrupt as last time but more reassuringly, they led me to a grey coloured stone. I took a breath and did the unthinkable. I bent down and took a long look at the headstone.
'Mrs Sarah Wallstine'
I didn't know this name.

I woke up some hours later, my blinds only half closed. What time was it?
I looked at my clock. Nine Twenty-Three. It was Sunday, Auntie Norline would be here soon, That meant trouble all on its own.