Snowed in Alone...

Chapter Four: The Letter

As she unrolled the wet piece of paper she read aloud, "Amy my sweet, sweet child this house, you must retreat, for there are things here that could grasp your life and steal it in an instant, so not my child, and die in fear, hunger, thirst or your spirit be stolen so my love, retreat,
Love,
Grandfather George" 
"Creepy", Amy shivered, the hairs stood up on her neck and she was getting the goosebumps, her body shook ferociously as she felt a presence behind her quaking body she turned around slowly on her heel.
The presence was a spirit.
The spirit didn't have a face, it was beige colored one to. It whispered in an echo ,"I mean no harm. I'm a poor soul, who's life was taken by harm. I'm going to save you from that" Amy was silent and then replied with sass to pretend she didn't care and wasn't scared (even though she was) ,"How do I know I can trust you, eh?" The spirit made a strange noise, like a horse being fed a cat and then whispered ,"Ask for anything, anything you'd like"
"And how will that tighten our trust ?"
"Eh, well, what else can I do?"
"Ok fine I'd like to see that boy again"
"Ok!"
The spirit yelled Mason and the crying boy appeared wiping his tears as soon as he appeared...