Uncanny Resemblance

Not unlike the keening of a distraught woman over a deceased loved one, the wind wailed mercilessly. Through the noise of the night, I detected a faint mewing. Distressed over how my three-month-old kitten, Prince, had found his way outdoors, I anxiously opened the back door of my farmhouse and peeked out. Instantly, Prince leaped over the doorframe and huddled against my legs. I gently stroked his matted fur.
"Everything's okay Prince. Harriet is here to take care of you," I soothed, calling myself by my own name.
Looking around to see if anything other than the wind had terrorized my precious kitty, I spied a glowing light on top of the hill overlooking the barn. Momentarily forgetting all of my ten-year-old fears, I curiously climbed to the top of the hill.
I stood dumbstruck when I saw the source of the incandescence. There floating by our family's secluded, tiny graveyard was an apparition of a young woman. Her eerily illuminated body sucked in moonlight, highlighting her shredded, bleached gown. The second she noticed me, the wailing in the air increased and I realized that she, not the wind, was the source of the unnerving howls.
I turned on my heel and raced towards the house, hollering the whole way. After tearing open and slamming the door, I dashed up the stairs, skipping every other one. The door to my room stood open and I charged inside, diving under the covers.
While I waited for my heart beat to slow down, I registered that the poltergeist had stopped her version of lamenting. A soft tapping interrupted the silence. Dreading what I would find, I drew back the window curtains.
Black eyes stared back at me from a white, dead face. Bone peeked through the skin on the hand still resting against the glass. Snapping the curtains shut, I sank back onto my bed, shaking. I was past fear now; I was in a stupor. I just sat clutching my legs to my chest. A lock clicked and a shadow flickered in front of my doorway.
There stood my cousin Rebecca, wearing the ghost's gown. She strode forward and wrapped an arm around me.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"How could you?" I squeaked, barely consoled. "My window, how did you reach my window?"
"Your window?" Rebecca inquired, her voice rising with concern. She jerked aside the curtains, revealing only night sky.