Green Eyes
This feeling of being in danger came over me, and when I looked towards the foot of my bed, by the door, there was a woman there
She was tall, fey-like, with long, black hair and sapphire eyes, wearing a thin, white, night dress
And she was drenched and angry it was as if I'd disrupted her
For the next two years, when she was around, she'd always be in that same spot, but there'd be another there
A man, taller, but with similar features, dressed in black pants and a white shirt
I came to call him Angeloe, after learning, through the woman herself, that her name was Anne
That's when I learned that I'm able to know a Spirit's name, possible age, and how they died, if they allow me to know
When Anne was near, Angeloe would usually be sitting at the foot of my bed, shaking my leg to wake me or shaking the bed itself
I tried to figure out a natural explanation for it to ease myself, but never could. Roughly six months before moving to Clyde, Angeloe began to fade, and Anne began to change..
I'd be best in explaining her as looking very Grudge-like, save that she crawled on the floor, rather than the walls, and preferred screaming
I've had many experiences with ghosts and such since moving to Clyde, mainly with two children who were killed during the Civil War, and the old Cotton Gin owner (part of the Gin is still on our land in Clyde) whose name was Hank and who hated women
But that's not important as of yet. Almost 2 years ago now, I lost a pendant that I was given when I was 10
A Tiger's Eye stone that had been in the family for generations
I went to bed one night with it on my bracelet, woke up with it missing
I don't lie when I tell you that I tore my room apart, looking for it
I had everything from stuffed animals and clothes to my bed in the hallway and kitchen, searching
Anne, for some reason, stopped her screaming, mostly, and her hating that next night
I've yet to find my pendant, but Anne's eyes are blue again, as they'd gone red, and she speaks in mostly comprehendible sentences
