When I was nine years old, my family moved into an old house. During the summer, when I was in the basement digging through some dark corners, I noticed a box. It was full of old photos, it also contained a photograph of a little girl.
I said to my mother, "Look what I have just found in the basement!"
She said, " That is Diane, she lived in this house and died here." It was just after that incident my family started observing strange things around the house.
When I started my first real job at Kaley's Restaurant, I showed all the photographs to Mrs. Kaley and asked her who the girl was. She told me that it was her neighbour's daughter, Diane. And that she also died of pneumonia.
She also told me that Diane used to swing, and sometimes sing and dance in the lawn. After her death, the family noticed her singing and dancingin the lawn almost the same way she did before.
That day, I found other photographs of Diane. And from that time onwards my family began to notice her from every nook and corners of the house.
