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It was a dark and stormy night. The storm had knocked out the electricity to the entire neighborhood. On top of the hill at the end of a very long drive, was an old house that the neighborhood kids spoke of in hushed tones, in case the spirit that haunted it should over hear. People, including adults, crossed the street when passing the old house, but, tonight, there were no passerby. In the top-most window of the house, the flickering light of a candle was visible in the darkness. Of course, no one would see it as most people did not look at the house if at all possible.

The house was indeed haunted. Inside lived the spirit of a teenage girl, Sarah. She had grown up in that house with her family until something tragic happened there. Sarah had been haunting the house ever since.

Sarah cowered as the thunder and lightening crashed. Storms still scared her dead as they did alive. She wrapped the thick velvety musty curtains around her transparent form and continued to gaze out the window at the violent storm blowing through.

Sarah saw a sudden movement in the long driveway approaching the house. She leaned closer to the window and peered into the driveway. She could make out a lone form struggling against the howling wind and rain. As the figure crept closer to the house, Sarah grew more excited. Finally, a visitor! She had been alone in this house for so long; no one ever came to visit.

“But what if I scare the visitor away?” She spoke to herself out loud. “I’m so lonely! But most people are afraid of the dead.” Sarah went downstairs and hid beneath the stairwell, peaking at the front door as the unknown person entered.

A very wet and cold young girl entered. She closed the door quickly behind her and leaned against it, fully shutting it to the turbulence behind. She continued to lean against the door, not moving, until her eyes adjusted to the darkness within.

The young girl examined the house, looking for a place to warm up. A fireplace! She thought. After a quick glance around, she determined that there was nothing for her to burn in the living room. She wandered into the kitchen, looking for a forgotten candle, a left behind blanket. Puddles of water marked where she had walked.

Sarah couldn’t contain her excitement any longer. “Can I help you find something?” She asked nervously. “I could get you a blanket. Although it would be awfully old…”

The girl jumped, startled. She didn’t think anyone was here. Of course, she had heard the stories about the house being haunted but she didn’t believe them. Of course ghosts do not exist, she had told herself many times. But she had never approached this house before tonight.

She turned around to stare silently at the transparent form floating in front of her. “But, but, you’re a ghost!” She whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Sarah said. “I didn’t hear you. Would you like a blanket? I’d offer you some dry clothes but I’m afraid I don’t have any.”

“Yes, please.” Stuttered the young girl. “You wouldn’t happen to have any firewood lying around, would you? I’m so awfully cold.”

“No, I don’t,” Sarah said softly “But we could use some old curtains and furniture to start a fire, if you’d like.”

Sarah led the girl upstairs to the attic. It was crowded with old musty furniture, old clothes, paintings, and curtains long forgotten. “We could use these,” Sarah pulled old linens from a trunk. “This would work to get it started. We could also break one of the chairs over there. I don’t need all this furniture.”