The Lady In Pink

    Most of us have ghost stories. Since its Halloween, I'm gonna tell my stories. My first memory experience is this beautiful thin, blonde shoulder length hair lady wearing a light pink gown.
     The room I was sleeping in was at the end of the hallway, which was dubbed 'Grandma's Room'. Across the hall is another room where our cousin stayed with our granddaddy (Its was we (me and my sister) called him.) It was late at night (typical) and I woke up to this lady in a pink dress walking the doorway. I didn't see her walking down the hallway. I only saw her when she reached the edge of the door frame and walked into my cousins room and disappeared into blackness. I didn't feel threaten or anything. I just went back to sleep.
     In the morning I asked my cousin did she know that someone was in her room last night. She had no clue.
     Every night after that I spent at granddaddy's I saw her. It got to be a regular thing. Walking the frame of the door and disappearing into the back wall. One night as she was walking the familiar path; she stopped and looked towards me. Though she was transparent, we met each others eyes. We both knew each was there. I was startled, but still, I never felt threaten. Just stood there looking for a couple seconds before she continued her 'path'.
     Every few nights when I was at granddaddy's, she would stop and we gaze at each other. She never entered the room.
     Years later, I heard from my cousin one night that he heard the door rattle. He slept in granddaddy's room. By then he was closer to us in a nearby nursing home. He lived there with his brother, mother, stepfather, and cousin. (The one I mentioned earlier.) He never saw anything, but every now and then the door would rattle.
     It was by then that I remember something from my childhood. It was Mother's Day. My cousin 'T' was was baking a cake for her mother. A few minutes before the two had an argument over money, but she still made the cake. Something happened and she all of a sudden didn't feel so good. She left the unfinished cake on the table to lay down...in 'Grandma's Room'. We hear a collapse and we see her on the floor not moving. Me and my sister were immediately asked to leave. Not to worry, we had family next door. We stood watching from the window. We saw on a gurney a white sheet covering someone. We were told that she had died. 'T' is who brought my sister and cousin (door rattler) close. They looked up to her. Her heart as burst. I think it was rupture. I don't remember much and she was four and a half months pregnant. It was a little girl, but she took didn't make it. I guess 'cause she was delivered too early.
     'T' was buried in a light pink dress with the baby resting on her arm. She had shoulder length hair. Tall and thin. She was ghost I saw all the time. That's why I never felt threaten. My granddaddy has since past and the house sold. His son's wife all doing. My mama had nothing to do with it. We wanted to keep the house in the family. It was paid up. She just wanted the money, but that's another story. Anyway, I wonder from time to time, do the new residents ever see her? Or was it just meant for me? To know that she's alright?