My lovely ghost. I love him so. I sigh and open my journal to report what had happened today. ' So this time he played the piano. It was a beautiful little song. I have it stuck in my head. Then it was my door. My door would alway slam closed when I was it. He also was listening on my iPod. I heard it playing and when to my room to investigate it instantly turned off. ' I sighed again and looked over at what I had wrote. This has been going on for a year now. And no, I don't know if he is actually a he. I haven't even gotten a word out of him. Neither have I ever seen him. However I have seen what he can do. It's weird though. I feel like I know him somehow. Oh well, I guess I'll never know.
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The Little Girl
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