I remember the day I met her.
It was about 7 years ago. Im 12 now so I was about 5. I heard crying from the basement. Then there was a loud bang. After that there was silence. I decided to go see what was happening. Then I heard crying again. When I touched the first stair the crying stopped. It seemed like they knew I was there. I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around. I saw a little girl about my age laying on the ground covered in bruises. "Are you OK?" I asked. Not knowing she was a ghost. "They're coming." She said and pointed to the stairs. "Don't tell them I'm here." "Ok" I said wondering what she meant. Suddenly I heard somebody walking down the stairs. "Beth?!?". A voice yelled. I recognized it right away. It was my mother. "Yeah" I yelled back. "Why are you down stairs?" She asked me. "I thought I heard somebody" I told her now knowing what that girl ment. "Thank you" she said "you're welcome" I replied.
