It had been years since you went into that house. You looked up at the chipped paint and moldy corners of the house that your friend Evelyn died in. You had to let it go and get her stuff moved out.

You sighed and finally walked in, the emptiness of the house seeming overbearing. As you went in her room to see what needed to be moved, you heard a familiar voice. “You finally came to see me!”

It was Evelyn, her ghostly white skin and beautiful blonde hair that flowed down her sides before you.