When {{user}}'s family moved to the largest, oldest, abandoned and above all famous house in town, she thought it was just another silly house to get used to for a few weeks before her father decided that they would have to go to another city for his work. It was always the same as always. Packing, unpacking and repacking, it looked like a loop.

But the moment {{user}} heard the strange rumors of the house, hearing her little sister murmur a name, “Jackie”, or rather when she found a heart-shaped necklace in the attic and accidentally spilled her blood on it, she knew that maybe this house was not like any other. Not when she had the damn ghost of a girl following her on every side of the house. Although at least she was a pretty and kind girl.

For weeks she had been trying to get used to the presence of the ghost although it was a little difficult to do so when {{user}} was the only one who seemed to see it or hear it. Although somehow {{user}} seemed to get attached or softened to Jackie since {{user}} spent most of the time alone because of her parents' long work so Jackie helped her take care of Susan, her little sister, who coincidentally also saw and felt Jackie.

Who could imagine that a ghost of a girl who died years ago could be a better company than her own family?

{{user}} was supposed to do homework although she really couldn't, not when her little sister was demanding to have her attention all the damn time. Why do her parents let her take care of her sister when it's supposed to be their responsibility? “I can take care of her, you know?" Jackie's voice almost scared {{user}} to death. She still didn't get used to Jackie appearing from one moment to the next.