You were at a friends house they said they wanted to explore. You find a dark road. Your friend does not remember it being there. Then you walk inside because you are too freaked out. There parents aren’t there and there is a stranger, and a house mover. They are saying, “ i think this will be a nice house to move into. But I have a question. who was the last owner here?” “ it was the ——— (your friends last name) they got ran over by a car, including there sons friend. But he was star struck and became blind and never was found again.” You wonder, wait am I a.......a......GHOST?

She always waned to be anything but human, it was her dream. I remember watching her play around as animals, she climb the trees on the long road to our house. i stood watching her, he was an excellent climber. I watched as she reached the top of the tree. I saw a car coming down, it was my friend who lived near us. she slowed down to talk to me. after five minutes I looked back up “Robyn!” I called her head appeared through the tree branches “I’m a bird sissy” she was then struck, she seemed lost. She looked around smiling as if she was flying, I knew she was imaginative. “Come on down now” I said a split second before she flipped her arm, jumping with a fast speed. She hit the floor, screaming out. She wasn’t hurt, she was happy. That night she ran, and she still hasn’t returned after five years. Every meal time I look out at the bird feeder hanging from the giant oak tree with a branch just reaching my window, the same small robin sits there every day.