Narrative story

It was a cool and breezy evening, an evening like no other when Joslyn, looking out her bedroom window and fiddling with a daisy's peddles, decided she wanted to go for a walk. Joslyn had been sick and ordered to stay indoors for two weeks and longed to be outside in the fresh autumn air. Joslyn's bedroom was adorned with a mulitplicity of beautiful and vivacious flowers she recieved from neighbors, friends, and relatives.

As Joslyn walked over to her closet for her sweater she noticed a mist in her vanity mirror; thinking nothing of it, Joslyn grabbed her sweater. While Joslyn placed the sweater over her shoulders she noticed an incandescent flash of light coming from under her bed. Apprehended by the thought of something under her bed, Joslyn hesitantly walked over, grabbed the edge of the bed ruffle and was about to lift it when her mother called her down for dinner. Startled by her mother, Joslyn gained composure by taking a deep breath of the sweet-smelling odor that filled her room.

As Joslyn sat at the dinning table with her family she thought to herself,"Instead of going outside, I'll go and investigate that rare yet mysterious light". Joslyn's mother noticed the peculiar expression on Joslyn's face and became concerned. "Joslyn are you feeling okay, do you need some medicine?" Joslyn was immediate in resonding, "No thanks mother, I'm doing well". Joslyn, not wanting her mother to suspect a thing, quickly joined the conversation over who would be clearing the dinner table and dishes.

Upon helping her dad with the dinner dishes, Joslyn placed her sweater on the hallway bench and went upstairs to her bedroom. Turning the doorknob to open her bedroom door, Joslyn noticed the doorknob was unpleasantly cold. Walking into her bedroom, Joslyn's first thought was, "Check under the bed". Joslyn paid no attention to the placement of the flowers on her vanity. The vanity was the least in Joslyn's mind. Joslyn found no trace of light under her bed and thought it was just her imagination. Once Joslyn rose to her feet, she turned to her vanity and saw the placement of the flowers.

Joslyn said aloud," I know those flowers didn't just place themselves there, someone or something had to have done it; but who?" Joslyn knew her mother and her father were downstairs and she just walked in from eating dinner. As Joslyn walked over to inspect her vanity, she again saw the luminous light. Joslyn, overcome with a cold feeling and anxiety turned and there in front of her stood an apparition of a little girl holding a daisy.