I woke up that morning with the sound of glass shattering. I thought I must be imagining things because I lived alone in a small house by Lidtke Mill, but the sound just kept on going. The sound was becoming fant. Like maybe litter pieces of glass were getting thrown up against the wall. I got out of bed to go see what the sound was coming from. I walked slowly down the stairs just so I didn't scare away whatever was down there. But when I got down to the first level of the house I could not even believe my eyes. What I saw was not even possible. What it looked like was my seven year old daughter Sally, that was killed by the stream by Lidtke Mill. The little figure that looked like Sally was throwing my late wife's favorite china
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I kept thinking of Sally when I looked at this dusty shape. Sally had beautiful blond curly blond have and emerald green eyes. Every time I took her to town with me, everyone that saw her came up to me and told me she looked just like her mother. I miss her mother she had died giving birth to Sally. Even though Sally was very pretty she was very mischievous. She always used to like the sound of thing breaking. She always used to like coming to work with me at Lidtke Mill. The whole building was like a big jungle gym for her.
But this little shape in my kitchen acted and looked just like her, but that was impossible because she drowned about a year ago. I tried saying “who are you” but the word would not come out of my mouth. And right after I tried the dusty figure disappeared, but when it did it had a small smile on its face.
I went to work that day confused and also very curious. Why did this dusty shape look like my daughter and acted like my daughter. Yet my daughter was dead. I miss Sally being here at the Lidtke Mill with me, playing on all the equipment, and all of the other stuff she should not even go near. But she always made sure i knew where she was every single time she would go somewhere different.
As I was thinking about her I started to see the dusty shape like figure appeared right in front of me with the big wide
I kept thinking of Sally when I looked at this dusty shape. Sally had beautiful blond curly blond have and emerald green eyes. Every time I took her to town with me, everyone that saw her came up to me and told me she looked just like her mother. I miss her mother she had died giving birth to Sally. Even though Sally was very pretty she was very mischievous. She always used to like the sound of thing breaking. She always used to like coming to work with me at Lidtke Mill. The whole building was like a big jungle gym for her.
But this little shape in my kitchen acted and looked just like her, but that was impossible because she drowned about a year ago. I tried saying “who are you” but the word would not come out of my mouth. And right after I tried the dusty figure disappeared, but when it did it had a small smile on its face.
I went to work that day confused and also very curious. Why did this dusty shape look like my daughter and acted like my daughter. Yet my daughter was dead. I miss Sally being here at the Lidtke Mill with me, playing on all the equipment, and all of the other stuff she should not even go near. But she always made sure i knew where she was every single time she would go somewhere different.
As I was thinking about her I started to see the dusty shape like figure appeared right in front of me with the big wide