The Hair Ribbon

  "How strange,"Angus thought to himself out loud. "Emma's left her hair ribbon out in the pasture. She must have dropped it."
  Angus went to fetch it and as he walked, he could hear the laughter of a small child as he grew closer. He thought he must be hearing things, but he was only seventeen and it was too early for him to be going deaf. It wasn't Emma, but he didn't see anyone else around. As Angus bent down to pick up the ribbon, he noticed a small girl watching him from a few feet away. She had a dirty dress on and Angus thought she might be one of the travelers that went around their farm (which was located in Cork, Ireland). The little girl seemed to have a strange glow about her and almost looked transparent. "Hello there," he said.
  The little girl grinned.
  "What's your name?" Angus asked, picking up the hair ribbon.
  "Sara," she replied.
  "What are you doing in our pasture?" Angus asked her.
  Sara just grinned again and vanished into thin air. Angus gasped and ran for his life towards the farmhouse.   "What's wrong?" Emma asked him as she walked up to him. "Oh! There's my other hair ribbon!"
   He handed her the pale blue ribbon and replied, " I do think it is quite possible that I have seen and talked with a ghost."
   Emma just laughed, "You're older then me by six years and you believe you saw a ghost?"
  Angus nodded and said, "Yes I did see one. It was a little girl in a dirty dress. She looked like one of the gypsies that come to our farm to camp."
  "You're seeing things, Angus," she said before skipping away.
   Angus knew what he and seen and would never forget it. He looked back at the pasture one last time and saw the little girl again, picking daisies among the tall grass.
 
                                                                           The End