There were three people in my family, my husband,me and my daughter. My daughter was seven years old. She was in grade two.
We lived in an old brick house. We dreamed to have an apartment. But we did not have enough money to buy an apartment.
One day,my husband came home. He was very glad. Someone wanted to sell an apartment. The apartment was very good. The price was very low.
We took the chance. We bought the apartment. The apartment was decorated very well. So we moved in.
Our new apartment was on the 13th floor. In a unit,there were two apartments on each floor. We never saw our opposite door neighbour. The neighbour's door was always locked.
One day,the neighbour's door was open. I wanted to say hello to our new neighbour. I knocked at the door. But nobody answered.
I felt strange. I entered, But I did not see anyone. I got out. I helped to lock the door.
The next day,the door was open again. I wanted to say hello to our new neighbour. I knocked at the door. But nobody answered.
I felt strange. I entered again. But I did not see anyone. I got out. I helped to lock the door again.
One evening,we were having dinner. My daughter said, "I went to our neighbour's home this afternoon.. I saw their daughter. Her name is Becky. She is seven years old,too."
I asked, "Did you see her father and mother?" She answered, "No." I asked, "What did she say?" My daughter suddenly began to cry. "Becky said, One of his father's friends killed her father,mother and her. The killer's name is Tom."
I never believed that there are any ghosts in the world. I touched my daughter's forehead. She was having a fever.
I found some medicine for her. She took the medicine and went to bed. At midnight,she had a bad fever. Her eyes were close. She muttered again and again, "Becky said, One of his father's friends killed her father,mother and her. The killer's name is Tom."
We sent her to the hospital nearby. We saw a doctor. My daughter still muttered again and again, "Becky said, One of his father's friends killed her father,mother and her. The killer's name is Tom."
The doctor heard my daughter. He asked where we lived. My husband told him where we lived. The doctor went out at once. I heared him making a call.
After a while,several policemen came to the hospital. They asked us some questions.
The next day,we learned that police arrested a man named Tom. He murdered a family of three in the appartment. He was the husband's friend.
My daughter was well again. One evening,we were having dinner. My daughter said, "I saw Becky again this afternoon. She gave me a doll." I asked, "What did she say?" "She is going to her dad and mom. She will not come back again. She wanted me to go to see her grandmother. Her Grandmother is in a small village. She wanted me to go with the doll. Her grandmother sewed the doll for her."
After dinner,we came to Becky's appartment. The door was locked. But when we were near,the door opened itself.
We got in. I was looking for the switch of the light. The light turned on itself.
On the wall, we saw the family's picture. To my surprise,Becky looked like my daughter very much. She had the doll in her hands.
We found out an album. We saw many pictures. One of the pictures was Becky and her grandmother. Becky sat on her grandmother's lap. She had the doll in her hands.
We managed to find the address of the village. At a weekends, we visited Becky's grandmother. Becky's grandmother was old. Her eyes were not good. She was very happy to see my daughter. She took my daughter as Becky.
I wondered why my daughter knew everything about Becky. She was very happy to have a grandmother. My mother had died before my daughter was born. Ever since then, we went to see the old woman every weekends.
Twelve years passed. My daughter had become a beautiful girl. She was a university student in the city. She still often went to see her "grandmother".
One day,the old woman was ill. She held my daughter's hand. She said, "Thank you,my dear granddaughter! I am very happy to have two granddaughters. I am going to see my daughter and Becky. We will bless you." Then she died. We burried the old woman near Becky's grave.
My daughter got married. She had a daughter. She called her daughter Becky. Every year,they visited Becky and her grandmother's graves. They always put some flowers at the graves. THE END