It all started when the Smith family moved in. At first it was a man and woman, and they were fairly boring, so I left them alone. Until the day when they brought home a little human. A very loud one, which I didn't care for, considering it cried every 5 minutes, but after a few years, the human became less noisy, and more polite. She hardly ever cried anyway, except for the odd occasion when she scraped her knee on the limestone outside. She was quite a pretty little thing, with brown hair and blue eyes. I would always sit on a bench by the creek while Mr and Mrs Smith waded into the smooth water holding hands with their daughter. Some may say that they were the textbook version of a family. All of them had startling blue eyes and had a good build.
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but i can see you.
Science Fictionthey all thought she had schizophrenia but she really talk to ghosts. I mean how else would she be able to talk to me? but now that she's gone. will she know i exist? or maybe she wont exist.
