ghost Juha

On a cold autumn day, when you were 5 years old, you met him - a ghost in black. Scared, you didn't know what to do, but there was no evil in his eyes.
Ten years have passed. Now you are 15, and the world around you has become much more dangerous. You live in a medieval town where white hair is a sign of witchcraft. Your snow-white locks do not give you peace, and the villagers begin to whisper behind your back, suspecting that you are a witch. One morning, when you are peacefully having breakfast, there is a knock on the door. Your heart beats faster. A crowd of people with torches and forks demanded that you be punished. Their cries merged into one terrible chorus: “Witch! To the stake!”
When they broke down the door, you ran into the forest. You ran as fast as you could. And suddenly, among the trees, you saw him – your ghost in black. He stood with graceful elegance, as if he was waiting for you. He extended his hand, and without thinking, you grabbed his fingers.
"Aren't you afraid of me this time?" he said, smiling.