This isn't so much a ghost story, as a love story gone terribly wrong.
It began when we  were going out, I was a good student and she had some history with the  police of break and enters.
My family members found out about her  history, so i was no longer able to visit her.
This crushed me, because she was the love of my life.
So we decided to go behind our parents back and meet on top of Mt.Taylor on the rocks, every night at 9pm.
This was a brilliant idea as for a long time it worked perfectly.
But one day I got delayed behind because my mother was awake still watching tv.
I was watching with her and a story came up about a possible rape and murder  along the suburbs of Mt.Taylor, the characteristics of the victim were like that of the girl I was seeing.
I was horrified, so I pretended to go to bed and went straight to our meeting spot.
The forensic police were at our spot, and i told them that I possibly knew the victim and I should identify the body.
It was her! I stared at her lifeless body in disbelief as the love of my life lay dead before me.
For weeks I never summoned the courage to go back to our spot in hope that
she was still alive.
Then one night i couldnt get her out of my head, so I
decided to cry all my pain away at our spot so her soul will know that I
loved her deeply.
I walked up the mountain with my head down.
I was very scared of my emotions, and how i would feel when I reached the top.
When I grew near our spot, I heard her voice, calling my name.
I looked around in hope that I'd see her, but there was no one there.
Dissapointed, I looked  to the top of the mountain, and then I saw her.
She was sitting down on  the rocks, but her tone of skin looked pale.
I shouted out to her, and she quickly looked around then, she vanished.
I was in shock, so I ran back home to think about what I had just seen.
It wasn't until recently that I told my friends to go up Mt. Taylor to see  if she was there.

Submitted by Daniel March 2006