(Y/N) was only six years old when he lost his parents in an accident two years ago. Now they're living with their foster parents who took care of them and loved them as their own. Just one thing they couldn't figure out about (y/n) was their friend named Sally, Sally Williams. For a while they thought she was a real person, but one day they found (y/n) playing by themselves.
"Hey (y/n), who are you playing with?" His foster mom asked.
"Sally" (Y/n) would reply.
"But I don't see Sally dear? Did she go home?" She asked.
((Y/n) p.o.v)
I looked at my foster mom weirdly.
"No, she's sitting in front of me." I replied.
She then chuckled before saying, "I see" Then walked inside.
"I don't like your mommy, she asks to many questions." Sally said, puffing her cheeks out.
"She's not my real mommy, my real mommy died." I said as we continued to play
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that." Sally said, her voice sounding down.
"I didn't care, they would always hurt me when they got a chance" I said smiling, "Now I'm living with people who actually want me."
(Foster moms p.o.v.)
"Hey honey?" I called out to my husband who was reading a news paper about a little girl who was rapped and killed not to far from here.
"Yes dear?" He asked looking at me.
"Do you by any chance know a Sally Williams?" I then asked,
He suddenly froze and had eyes of fear.
"She... was a little girl that was raped and killed by her uncle a couple of days ago.." He replied,
My eyes widen with shock as I covered my mouth.
"Why do you ask?" He then asked.
"I think.... (y/n) is playing with her ghost." I replied.
((Y/n)'s p.o.v. and a time skip)
I was in my room looking out my window sadly. Sally hasn't been showing up for about a month leaving me lonely.
"Honey, we... need to talk..." My mom said as she entered.
"Okay mommy." I said following her out the room.
Once we got to the living room, both parents had gloomy looks.
"It's about sally..." My father said.
"What about her?" I asked.
"She...she's dead sweaty." Mom replied.
"I know." I said shocking them
"You did?" They both asked.
"Yeah... she told me about it when we first met." I replied, "I guess she saw the light and went to it cause she hasn't been visiting me anymore."
My mom noticed I was crying and pulled me into a hug.
"It was for the best honey, we can go visit her grave if you like." Mom asked
"I'd think she'd like that." I said smiling.
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A/N: Hey ya there, hope you guys enjoyed. I know i havent been uploading much. i've been working on a radio play and still working on my room. if you guys want a second part let me know
