The Poolside Ghost: The Moment I Realized the Whittier Was Haunted
I lifted my camera toward the pool atrium and snapped a picture. As the screen drifted out of focus, she appeared—a little girl in an old‑fashioned dress, leaning against the railing and staring straight at me. The moment the screen sharpened, she vanished. I didn’t see her again until days later, in a different hallway, and that was when I realized she hadn’t just been passing through. She’d been watching me.