My Fight Is Your Fight.

|| Dear Diary ||

This is the story of ten year old Marigold. Also known as Maggie.

I had just finished packing up my things when mother called me. It must've been something. I walked down the stairs to see her, holding boxes and boxes of our stuff. "Mama?" I said to her. "I want you to go get your sister." She said. I didn't like my older sister that much. She was too loud.

I walked across the hallway to our room, and she looks at me. "It's time to go." I said. She got up and walked past me, as if I wasn't seen. I went back into the hallway and outside where our dad was packing. I went inside the car.

We took a look at our new place. It was nice, the inside was too, we also had our own rooms and an upstairs! It was my dream. And I already loved it.

Living in this house is great, but I got a feeling that there's always a presence near me...I don't really believe in ghosts, but..

Could they really exist?