Golden Pond Short Story

The Ghost of Golden Pond
We had waited all summer to move into our new home in the country. Mom and dad wanted to move us out to my grandfather’s land after he passed away last September. They thought the city was too hectic and crowded and felt the country would be the best place to raise their family. The sun shone through the car windows onto my cheeks creating a warm glow as we drove further into the countryside. Dust picked up in the air from the back of our family’s minivan as the roads diverted from concrete to dirt. Our bodies began to rock as we traveled through the twisty, grassy, forest green hills. A white-sided house emerged from the fields with an inviting red door. The house was beautiful, but modest, with a wrap around …show more content…
It was the perfect night to snuggle in my bed and fall into a deep sleep. As always, I tossed and turned for hours, until the dreams came. I dreamed that Catherine appeared at my bedside once again, and reached out for my hand. This time, I took it. We quietly left the house, entering my snowy backyard, but for some reason, I wasn’t affected by the elements. We glided among the trees as if we were in a bubble floating among the snowflakes. Eventually, we ended up at Golden Pond. Catherine looked at me, and she smiled. I felt very comforted and happy in this moment. Then she began walking me into the water. Once my body hit the cold, icy pond, I suddenly realized, this was not a dream. I began to panic and try to break free of her grasp, but Catherine became stronger and more forceful, pulling me deeper into the water. Water began to fill my lungs as I struggled to be released. As I looked up at the surface one last time, I saw the outline of a woman looking over at me.Her hand reached into the water, and she began to pull me to the surface. I was eventually wrapped in a blanket and crying in my mother’s arms. Mom’s love won out that day Catherine tried to take me. After I mentioned my dreams to her, she started paying more attention to me and my life in this new place. I don’t think Catherine had a mom who believed in her, because if she did, she wouldn’t be all alone, looking for that special friend to spend her lonely days and nights in Golden Pond. As winter passed and the days became filled with sun and new life, I began to settle into this new place, and we never felt or saw the presence of Catherine Elizabeth Statler