A New Friend For Wendy
Wendy stopped. The salutation came from the church yard followed by giggles. She looked up the street. Her mom was far away, she could just run in and see who it was.
Wendy called out bravely: “Hi! Who’s there?”
“Tag, you’re it,” a little girl squealed as she tapped Wendy’s arm.
Wendy gleefully ran after her new friend.
Her mother had reached the iron gates.
“Wendy, get back here now!”
“I gotta go,” Wendy shouted, “Maybe I can play later.”
“Who were you shouting to,” her mother asked.
“My new friend.”
“There’s no one there.”
“Oh, she’s hiding.”
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From the picture I thought of a ghost girl, from what seems to be two girls in white dresses in the picture. However, I am not one to tell scary, ghost stories. I can appreciate them, I’m just not good at telling them. Somehow, my next association was Casper – The Friendly Ghost.