Chapter one:

She sat there, on her bed. Looking up at the pictures on her ceiling. Wondering. Thinking about the past. Her sister. Her mom. ... "Life's hard alone", she thought. While she closed her eyes and began to dose off, there was a noise. "Footsteps?" They go louder and faster as they scampered toward the door. "Zeb? Zeb is that you?" She called. "Anna~" Whaled the thing on the other side of the door. Anna slowly crawled out of bed and opened  the door. "An-Anna" It was Zeb. She's dead, and this is her ghost. She would be 8 years old right now, but died when she was 5. After she died, Anna's mom, Meg, was killed too. In order to understand, let's go back a few years.

2003

"Zeb!" I cried out. "Zeb, wake up! Look at this!" Meg walked into the kitchen and poured herself and called us for breakfast. "What, Anna?" Zeb asked. Before we walked into the kitchen I pulled Zeb aside and introduced her to Ariel, my imaginary friend. "Can you see her too?" I asked. "Wow! You're tall Ariel! How old is she, Anna?" "Shes 6, Like me!" 

At the time, Zeb was 3 years old, and Ariel was peaceful, beautiful, and not evil, like she is now. Right now, Ariel looks like a cloud of black smoke, that occasionally morphs into a shadow-like figure when she isn't floating.

"Girls! Breakfast is ready." We walked into the kitchen with Ariel walking along side me. Meg looked over at Ariel. "Oh, Hello there. Whats your name?" Ariel looked up at Meg not saying anything. "You can see her too?" I asked her. "Y-yes, Anna, Why whats wrong?" "Ariel's my imaginary friend, mom, I wished for her last night and now she's real! Cool huh?" Meg sprinted toward us, picked us up and ran for the back yard.

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