You had lived in this old house for only a year, you’d grown accustomed to the creaks and groans, the wails in the middle of the night. But the one thing you hadn’t gotten used to was… the ghost

The ghost seemed friendly. She didn’t talk… but you guessed her name was Myra, as it had been written on your mirror once. Myra only ever watched you… she never harmed you. And one day your curiosity got the best of you, and you went to try and talk with her