The Lonely Maid Wants to Smile

An old house, a ghost story, a maid’s bell, and a beauty long since dead.

This is a story that people in our town have heard since our grandmothers were little girls.

A friend who can see spirits told me that “she,” possessing the most popular transfer student in our grade, was a hideous monster. She wore a clean, immaculate old-fashioned maid’s uniform, exactly like the wronged maid who died in the ghost story.

Her increasingly frenzied behavior threw our once peaceful school life into utter chaos.

As our clashes continued, I began to realize how foolish it was to think I could reason with a “vengeful spirit.” I thought I understood everything, yet I still couldn’t control her unpredictable behavior. I could even hear her laughing wildly as she destroyed everything, deep within my soul.

Even so, I felt both love and hatred for her. Perhaps she felt the same way.