At that exact moment, my stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday?\u201d the woman repeated, her voice cracking. \u201cBut Julia died six years ago\u2026 in a car accident not far from here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood frozen on the doorstep, blinking, trying to make sense of what I\u2019d just heard. \u201cI\u2014I think you must be mistaken,\u201d I stammered. \u201cShe was at a party. We met. Talked all night. She told me about her job, her family, her favorite songs\u2026 we came back to my place. I swear, she was real.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s eyes welled up with tears. \u201cWhat did she look like?\u201d she asked slowly.<\/p>\n
I described Julia \u2014 the way her laughter lit up the room, the tiny crescent-shaped scar near her left eyebrow, the silver earrings she left behind. The older woman brought a shaking hand to her mouth and stepped aside without saying a word. I hesitated, then followed her into the house.<\/p>\n
She led me to a dusty cabinet in the hallway. From a box labeled \u201cJulia,\u201d she pulled out a photo \u2014 and my breath caught. It was her. The same woman I\u2019d met just days ago. Only this photo looked aged. A timestamp on the back read 2019.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was my daughter,\u201d the woman whispered. \u201cThose earrings\u2026 they were the last pair I gave her before she passed. We buried her with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my palm again. The earrings were still there \u2014 cool to the touch, heavier now, like they carried a weight beyond the physical. The woman and I just stared at them for a long time, neither of us speaking.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I left, my mind spiraling with questions and disbelief. Was it a ghost? A dream? Some cosmic glitch in time? I didn\u2019t know. But that night, as I tried to sleep, strange things began to happen.<\/p>\n
The lights flickered. My phone glitched, and Julia\u2019s name popped up on my screen \u2014 though I never saved her contact. A familiar scent \u2014 lavender and vanilla, the same she wore \u2014 filled the room.<\/p>\n
Then came the whisper. Faint, right beside my ear:
\n\u201cThank you for remembering me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned on every light in the apartment. But nothing was there \u2014 except the earrings, placed gently on the nightstand where I was sure I had locked them away.<\/p>\n
To this day, I don\u2019t have an explanation. I never saw her again. But every year, on the anniversary of the party, I find those earrings back on my table\u2026 and the scent of lavender fills the air once more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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