Annabelle

18 years Later

Annabelle wandered up and down the side walk. She had that same feeling she did eighteen years ago. Annabelle felt scared and alone. She kept asking herself, why won't this feeling go away?

Even though Annabelle would be twenty-four years old of today, her ghost remained as a six year old. Poor Annabelle could never get her life back. And it was all because of her useless drunk of a father.

As Annabelle walked on, she stoped by a house. It was a small, one story house. The old, slightly chipped white paint matched perfectly with the pale blue roof. The windows were as clear as day. Annabelle wondered who might have lived there. She looked at the swing in the front yard. A small, skinny, brunnette girl was swinging high. She had pale blue eyes that shined bright against the sun's reflection. Annabelle smiled at the girl. At least she seemed happy.

The little girl snapped her attention to Annabelle. Just a second ago, her eyes didn't even notice Annabelle. And Now she seemed to be aware of her. Annabelle froze in place as the girl's eyes burned through Annabelle. The little girl jumped off the swing and headed towards Annabelle. Could she see Annabelle? What else could she be staring at? Annabelle was the only thing around at the moment.

     "Hi!" the girl said happily. She did see Annabelle.

     

     "Hello," Annabelle replied in confusion.

   

   "I'm Savannah. Where did you come from?" Savannah asked. Annabelle looked up and then back at the spirit seeing six year old.        

   "Well I know you're a ghost, silly! I mean what part of town?" Savannah said. Annabelle was shocked.

     "How did you know I'm... dead?" Annabelle asked in curiousity.

        Savannah froze, and then relaxed. "Never mind!" she said. What is she hiding, Annabelle thought. "So, what's your name?" Savannah asked.

     "Annabelle." Annabelle replied.

  "I love your name," Savannah said.

   "Thank you," Annabelle said.

     Savannah gestured for Annabelle to follow her. And so she did. Savannah chatted while they walked from the big meadow in Savannah's backyard.

     Savannah pointed to a large house as they continued walking, "That's my house," Savannah said, smiling. Annabelle smiled back at her, not saying a word.

    Annabelle knew she had found hope. Even if she was dead. It didn't matter. She finally had a friend to keep her mind away from those troubling, traumatic thoughts.