Anthony: A Fictional Narrative

“See, it’s not that bad,” Anthony consoled the whimpering pet. But really, he was consoling himself. He couldn’t shake this eerie feeling he had. A few days later, this feeling became a reality.
“What were you doing when you saw it?” I asked anthony and his mother during the interview.
“It was late at night,” he said. “I was on the couch trying to sleep, when my mom came to check on me.”
“I had awoken from sleep just a few minutes prior to this sighting.” Mrs. Wilder said. “I felt like I was being watched and decided to go to the livingroom to check on Anthony
As I questioned them further about the event, their testimonies of what happened aligned perfectly… too perfectly. What he said, she agreed, and what she said, he agreed. There were snippets of what she

she... was pretty.
She was dressed in apparel from the 1800s with rich, luxurious clothes, and neatly styled hair. She was not just a regular ghost. She looked like she came from money. With her head held high, she flaunted her presence like a peacock. She was in her late 20s to early thirties, with dark-like hair that gently swayed as she walked out of the wall, turned, and disappeared into the wall with her parasol open over her shoulder. Apparently, she did not turn to look at Anthony or his mother. She didn’t stop, stare, or pause for even a second. It was like she was just passing through. That was the first, and last, they’d ever seen her.
Afterward, they stared at each other in disbelief. Anthony nudged his mother, and she gave an approving look. She saw it too. No harm was done. No one screamed. No one was dragged across the living room. The lights didn’t turn on and off. Doors and windows weren’t locked. The temperature just dropped, she was there, and then she was gone. Even though they both believed in the paranormal, and life beyond this mortal one, it still came as a shock to them as the lady appeared, then disappeared.
“Who do you think they were? How they died etc..” I asked