• I walked into the living room of the old house. A fire blazing in the large stone fire place, exactly like it was yesterday. The flames danced as if on repeat on a video player. I sat in one of the old dusty chairs with a floral design. Staring out the window. I'd been here for two days and every time I walk into a room I'd already been in it was like I had never been there, it was like the whole house was trapped, like it, itself was the ghost. But that wasn't true the house wasn't the ghost. There was much more in the house that was stuck on repeat. Much more, that whispered my name in the middle of the night when I tried to sleep. All I had seen so far were simple blurs out of the corner of my eye, a quite shuffle from another room. It was as if I was being told I was not alone. I just sat there for over an hour. The outside doors won't open even if I unlock them, the windows are the same. All I can do is wait I dare not talk afraid of who might answer but I can't help but think that, that’s just what they want me to do. I take a deep breath and whisper “Hello, my name is Annie.” I slowly looked up sensing a presence in front of me. I felt a chill run down my spine. Standing before me was a flowing figure, dressed in white. Her eyes completely without colour and she looked as if submerged in water, her hair and clothing flowing freely around her. Her terrifying emotionless eyes staring at me from across the fire lit room she slowly made her way closer, her eyes still pining me into place, she leaned forward and into my ear her voice sounding icy and like a fierce wind, she whispers "Good-Bye Annie" and my world then went dark, and I to joined the house on repeat as a spirit. Saying good-bye to those who dare say hello.