Fourteen-year-old Lily can see ghosts. She's never seen them before but all-of-a-sudden she's seeing them everywhere. She's becoming scared of everything. No one understands except Lily's girlfriend Alex. With Alex's help, Lily finds out her house is haunted.
Lily sat on the edge of her bed. She stared into the closet. The other girl was gone now; Lily didn't know where, but she was gone. Though for some reason, she couldn't pull her eyes away from where she'd just stood. The girl had long white hair, though she looked only about four or five years of age. She had been as pale as snow.
No, not snow, thought Lily, snow is bright and happy. The girl's skin had been faded and greyish-white.
"This is crazy," Lily said to herself. "I'm just tired or imagining things or I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me...but this isn't real..." She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. Three in the morning. She walked out of her room; as she went, she could feel something behind her.
Lily walked down the stairs into the kitchen. She made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sat down on the couch with her laptop. She got on facebook and checked her notifications, scrolling through all of those stupid "Repost or it will get you" pictures...
The TV turned on. Lily screamed over the static. She got up and turned it off.
"The hell was that?" she muttered to herself. "Screw this, I'm going to sleep."
She ran up the stairs, constantly looking over her shoulder, and into her room.