Carrie did not believe in ghosts. Her family always said that her grandparent’s old house was haunted by the ghost of Sarah. Carrie spent her happiest childhood days at this house and didn’t believe the stories. She did believe in saying goodbye to memories. And that belief led her to her grandparent’s abandoned home days before it was scheduled to be demolished.
As Carrie walked through the derelict remains of her grandparents’ Victorian home, in every room she caught a glimpse of something white flickering at the edge of her vision. In the dining room she chalked it up to the strong light that flooded through the large front window. As she carefully climbed the rotten staircase she credited the white flicker to the curtains that fluttered in a breeze created by a cracked windowpane. While she explored the gloomy long abandoned bedrooms she suspected the fluttering at the edge of her vision was caused by lightheadedness due to the trapped stifling air.
Carrie reentered the kitchen on the main floor intent on getting a drink from the cooler she left there when she went exploring. Instead she found a brown-eyed girl wearing an old-fashioned chiffon dress and a solemn expression. Before Carrie’s eyes, the solemn girl flickered out of sight. Carrie whispered to herself, “Goodbye, Sarah.” Although Carrie did not believe in ghosts, it was hard to dismiss the appearance and disappearance of the girl in the white chiffon dress.