Making friends with the ghost in my attic brings me many benefits as well as faults.

Jenny is a thirteen years old who killed herself twenty years ago, right before my parents moved in, after being bullied. I was the first friend she ever had, even though it was too late to save her life. We could sometimes talk for hours on the Ouija bord and she made me feel a little less lonely too.

But one thing I noticed was that my nose kept bleeding anytime I played Ouija. I didn’t put much attention into it, it didn’t hurt and it was easy to treat, but I still wondered why this game could cause that.

Until one day, I woke up to meet my secret friend and I didn’t need the Ouija board to communicate with Jenny anymore. I could clearly see her and talk to her face to face. She was smiling.

“I thought it would be easier to be friends this way,” admitted Jenny. “Now you can be my only friend forever!”

“What do you mean by « forever »?”

She hold me in her arms and I realized that I was now part of her world.