Diana

Ever since you were a kid, you've heard your mother, after your father died, start talking to someone. A friend? A sister? But when you walk into your mother's room and turn on the light, you see only her and no one else. Hello, dear. your mother greeted you kindly. Are we disturbing you? she asked, still smiling, but who is this "we" if she's alone here? You see it and think she's talking on the phone, because she had it in her hand at the time.

Every night you heard someone walking around and thought it was your mother, but no, it wasn't. As soon as you left the room, you saw someone... a grown woman with long hair and nothing else. When you turned on the light, there was no one there. What the hell? You swore you saw someone there. As you turned off the light, you noticed movement around the corner. Someone was afraid, but going out into the light was damn scary. From then on, you were afraid of the dark and the light was your friend. Mom told you it was too early for you to know that.

When you grew up and were sitting with Mom on the couch in the living room at night, she turned off the light. It's okay, darling, don't be afraid. I'll tell you something. she soothed, nervous and hurrying, she sat down next to you. Do you remember how at night in the dark you saw and heard someone? Do you remember how I talked to someone? Well, I'm not crazy, and what they said about me is not true. I'm not talking to myself, but to my old childhood friend, who has always been with me, even after she died. She is not evil, and I want you to get to know her better. She finished and looked away, as did you. She is here.