Ghoostly Soulmates

Many years passed and I never saw my ghost. My daughter and I told the story to others and included the part where the next morning a footprint was found by the deck. Part under the deck and part in the dirt.

Years passed. My daughter grew. Then one night, while visiting my parents but staying at the cabin, I felt someone watching me. I sat up in bed, and there was my ghost. Staring at me.

This time he didn't talk. Maybe he recognized me from before. I don't know. But as before, he
disappeared. I was shaken but finally fell asleep with the light on.

That night I began thinking about him. Who was he? Who was this Running Deer he had asked me about. What was his story.

Now I wanted to see him. I wanted to talk to him. I couldn't wait for him to come back. In the light of day, all fear was gone.

Now here is where opinions differ. (It has been twenty years.)

My daughter swears I screamed and ran into the cabin.

I remember seeing a tall native American boy standing before me. His hair was long and wrapped around itself. His pants were made of some kind of skin and loosely sewed together on the side. He put his hand on my shoulder. At least I think he did. I didn't feel his hand.

"Running Deer?" he asked me. "Are you Running Deer?"

As impossible as it seems, I was able to understand his words. He wasn't speaking English of course, but I knew what he was saying.

"Sorry," I answered. "I'm not Running Deer."

He looked so sad. My heart ached for him. I reached out my hand to comfort him just as he disappeared.

The First Haunting

One dark November night, while unloading the car at my beach cabin, I heard footsteps on the gravel road. Turning toward the sound, I scanned the area, but no one was there. The footsteps were getting closer.

"Mommy, do you need help?" my young daughter called from the cabin door.

The footsteps were almost upon me.

Turning toward her I whispered, "Do you hear anything?"

She tilted her head. The footsteps were now circling me as I stood posed with grocery bags in my arms.

"Run mom!" she screamed.