One time, when I was about four or five, I was playing in my backyard when a girl my age came up to me. She asked me if I wanted to play, and I said yes. We played for a few hours, and she said she had to leave. I said ok, and she left, and I went inside to tell my mom about it.

When I told my mom, she just scolded me for playing with a stranger. Then she asked me what the girls name was, and I realized that I had forgotten to ask her. That just made my mom even more mad. She told me to never talk to strangers again.

Well, the next day, I was outside playing again, and the girl came again. I decided that she wasn't such a stranger anymore, since I had played with her the day before, and so we played. Afer a little while, I remembered to ask her what her name was, so my mom wouldn't be mad. She said it was Lilly.

When she left, I went into my house to tell my mom her name. When I told her, she nearly fainted. She said that Lilly was a girl that died 15 years ago by a drunk driver. She had lived in that house, and when she died, her parents decided to move, because they felt that the house was haunted.

My mom decided that it was ok if I "played" with her(as she said). So I played with her everyday for many years.

Now I am 26, and still live in the same house(without my parents). I have a four year old daughter, and one day, she came in from playing saying that she made a new friend named Lilly.

I told her that she could play with her as much as she wanted. Playing with Lilly when I was a girl gave me a good friend, and I want Emma to have that too, so I will let her.