I was ten years old at the time and we had just moved into a new house. It was a quiet area mainly because it was a very elderly neighbourhood.
School as usual was very tedious. when the bell announced the end of class, I rushed home and took a short cut through the park. It was normally deserted and you wouldn't be surprised to hear the noise of the swings in the Autumn wind.
That was when I saw her. There was a little girl not much older than myself sitting on a swing. She had flawless skin and blazing red hair which covered some of her features due to the light breeze. She wasn't wearing much. I was curious about her clothes . She was wearing a white dress which cut short at her ankles, but what surprised me most was that she had no shoes. I approached her and said 'Hi' . She looked up , undisturbed by my presence and said 'Hallow'. 'I haven't seen you before, where do you live?' I asked. 'Here' she giggled blinking wildly at me. I was taken aback by her sudden burst of energy. 'And you?' she asked. 'Same' I replied. 'Where are your shoes?' I asked. 'Silly you' she giggled again. The girl stood up and did a cartwheel and landed perfectly. 'See I don't need them'. 'Oh' I replied stunned by her flawless movements. 'what's your name?' I asked . 'Trixie' she smiled. 'You?' 'Evelyn' I replied. 'Nice to meet you Evelyn' she said .
We continued to converse and she told me that her parents had left her and went to Ontario in Canada. I was shocked by this and asked her where she stayed but all she would say is here. So I invited her to my house. 'i live here' I said opening the door. She stepped in and walked ahead of me. I was quite perplexed by this but followed her nevertheless . 'Mum' I called . 'Yes' said my mother , her voice drifting from the kitchen . I went into the kitchen followed by Trixie. 'I would like you to meet Trixie' I said pointing towards her. My mum looked in the direction I was pointing at but she turned back to me looking quite astonished. 'There is nobody there ' she said. I looked at my mum then back at Trixie 'But she's right there mum' I said. 'No honey , I don't see her'. said my mum. I was bewildered by this. How come my mother couldn't see her? During the conversation , Trixie had crossed the room and stationed herself on the table. How could she miss that ?
After endless weeks of trying to get my mum to believe Trixie was real, my parents became concerned but they passed it off as my imaginary friend. I did'nt care about what they said. Trixie was real. We became really close. She told me about her favourite things like the colour pink and summer time. We went everywhere together. Whenever my mum cooked a meal I would ask her to include Trixie because to me she also ate and finished it . Unfortunately all my parents saw was an untouched plate.
One day I went into my room and there was a terrible smell, almost like smoke. It was coming from my closet . It was unbearable. I had to cover my mouth and nose with the neck of my jumper. There was a girl lying on the floor facing downwards with flames around her. The other girl screamed 'Mum, Dad come quick!' Her parents rushed into her room and saw their daughter crying. 'Please, help her' she said pointing to the floor of the closet. The girl's father looked inside and saw nothing. 'There is no-one there' he said sounding concerned. 'Yes there is!' shrieked his daughter. 'Calm down' her mother said but the girl continued to scream.
I watched as the flames enveloped Trixie. My parents couldn't help her because they saw nothing, no fire, no Trixie. My mother was very good friends with the land lord and she asked her about the previous owners. The lad lord told her that a family had lived there with one daughter but there was a fire ina closet in one of the rooms which had killed their daughter. The parents had moved to Canada. Out of curiosity my mother asked what the daughter's name was. The land lord was a bit suspicious of her interest in the incident but told her it was Trixie.
My mum was extremely frightened by this. She put two and two together which would explain why we moved out that day. We stayed with my aunt until we found another house. I never saw or heard of my friend Trixie ever again.
THE END.
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