This is in Elizabeth's p.o.v . Just a
little background story on her.
Hi, I'm Elizabeth. I was only 13 when i died, not by choice. I lived in the 1930's with my mother, my lovely step father, and horrible step brother, Peter.
Peter and I never got along. We would always fight and yell. I didnt think he would go this far, but he did, and it cost him his life... and mine. I wish my mother never bought that stupid pool.
It was a summer day, sunny, but the clouds were dark. A lightning storm was coming. I was inside and Peter was outside. I was minding my own business but he was angry. He always was.
He came into the kitchen. More like stormed in, as soon as it started to rain.
"Lizzy come outside and play" that was new. He was being nice...
"Its raining peter"
"If we go in the pool it will feel like a waterfall."
"No Peter."
"UGH YOU BRAT!" Before i could do anything... he grabbed me and threw me outside. I hit my head on the patio.
When i tried to get up, he grabbed me by my hair and threw me into the pool. I was begging him not to the whole time. He started to grab pipes and threw them into the pool with me. He had one in his hand when i started screaming.
"Shut up or i-" Lightning struck, both he and I were electrocuted. Id hate to admit this, but neither of us deserved it. He became a vengeful spirit, i became a guardian. Im protecting a lovely girl right now.
