It was a cold winter night. A little girl (5 years old) named Honey and her father was moving to a new house. 
Her father and Honey jumped out of the car. Her dad was standing next to her and looking at the house smiling. The house looks like a huge castle. 

''What do you think? Do you like the house?'' He asked.

Honey was smiling up to him and she was starting to run to the house. When her dad walked in to the house, everything was big, dark and lonley. 

''You know what? If you play with your stuff in your room for a little while, then i'm going to do you favourit food''

She was doing as her father said.

He walked to the kitchen and started to cooking. 

After 20 minutes he heard Honey laughed and talked to another person. ''But...It's just...Me and her home'' 
He walked in to Honey and saw her talked to someone. But he couldn't see anyone. ''Who are you talking to?'' He asked quickly. 
She laughed. ''Can't you see what i'm talking to my friend, dad?'' She said.

''Your friend? What are you talking about. It's no one here''

''My friend died when she was seven. She was murdered. And now she's upset because

of you. You can't see her just because she's a ghost''

Honeys dad got panic. 
Honey took something under her bed. A knife. She looked at her father when she was holding the knife. ''She wants me to kill you as she was killed''

Honeys voice was creepy. Her dad freaked out and he was trying to take the knife from his daughters hand.

On the wall beside him he saw a dark shadow.

''Goodnight dad'' She said.

The father was killed and no one has ever seen Honey after that. They say that every child who walks in to that house, will never be themselves again. 

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