As she opened the door the music that she had heard earlier that day gradually got louder and louder. She walked into the kitchen with her hands trembling at her side.
The woman said, "I won't hurt you. I just want a friend... I'm lonely and I need someone to talk to. My name is Nancy Sea Jay. I died in a car crash thirteen years ago when I was twenty five years old. You were the first one to come into my house other than the realtors and you seem like a very kindhearted girl. Will you be my friend?"
Afraid of what would happen in the near future she reluctantly said, "Yes."
The two girls talked and got to know each other. They enjoyed each other's company. Each night, when Maggie snuck out of her house she would bring a book. Maggie would read to Nancy
