It had been about a week since you moved into the Stevenson home. Everyone in town gave you dirty looks for it. Granted they had a reason for that considering whos home it had once belonged to. It was slow, but there were odd things occuring. Sometimes things would be moved, or you'd think you saw a ten year old little girl from your perpeheral. Sometimes the girl was alone, sometimes she wasn't.

When the hour was late and you were about to turn the light off, there was a flash of something in your perepheral, the ten year old child. The kid looked remarkably familiar. Blue eyes. Long brown hair with a red bow atop her head. The one and only Stephanie Stevenson.