Name: Katie Thurston Age:16 Katie was born on February 6th, 1998, however, she never made it past her first year. No one knows why, still to this day she doesn't know how she died. Not that she really wants to. Her family lived in this beautiful little home by a park and it looked like the perfect little cottage, well in Katie's mind it did. In everyone else's, it was a run down, closed off home that had been vacant for years now. Katie still loved it though. she could hear what the kids said about it when they walked by but she didn't care. It was her home and that's all that matters. Katie had watched as her parents grew older and started a new family. She watched her brother and sister celebrate her birthday every year for 10 years, until the fire. Then they moved and Katie couldn't move with them. She tried too, but every time she got more than 5 miles away from her house, she would appear back in her living room. Which is where Katie sat now. There was no television, but Katie pretended there was. Katie had been aware she was dead since the day she came home. when she first said hi to mom and dad and they said nothing to her, they just walked through her. She tried to get other people to see her but no one ever could. Katie didn't know why she was still here but she knew there had to be a reason and she would stick around until she figured it out. If she was lucky maybe she would even come back to life...she doubted it though. Katie heard kids playing on the play ground and laughing. She wished she could play with them too. She knew she couldn't though, so she just stood in the window and watched. just like she always did.