I saw the ghost...or at least I believed that I had...she, the little girl in the mirror, up in our attic, had been staring at me, sadly...a tear or two, rolling down her small dusty cheek. "Hey!?" I asked her..."What's the matter? Could I maybe help you?" I looked at her...her face went up,and I could see many many little tears...."Whatever it may be, it really just couldn't be all THAT bad! Look,I would be willing to talk to you,to help you with this thing..whatever it may be....okay?" I asked her. The little child slumped a bit more, and hung her head, and bawled harder. "Oh, my gosh, I think I have offended her!" I thought aloud.
Suddenly, she looked up,and she said "my big sister's coming, I have to hide, or she'll find me!" She got up,and as she did, I saw huge bruises on her little arms and thru the holes in her black stockings..."There you are, you stupid sister...wish you had never been born! Useless thing!" screamed a sister who...........................
2007-04-23
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