Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lisa, and she was 8 years old and just getting into boys more in real life. She had a boyfriend named Tom. She still flirted with other boys named Greg and Mark and Drew.
The year was 1940. She lived in the Midwest. She was bringing in logs to the fire, when her mother told her to get ready quickly, danger was lurking about.
She was left behind, in the snow, and met a man named Charlie who ran a train. She rid in it.
She stepped outside, and the train left. In the mist, she saw a ghost coming toward her named Ellen. She stopped over and picked her up. When she woke up, she was in a cottage full of people. She was the youngest, except for a baby. A lady named Isabelle took her upstairs and she found some girls to play with. Night fell, and she wondered how she would get out. She climbed out of a window. She walked awhile and ran into Ellen. She was no longer a ghost. Ellen was gay and didn't have a boyfriend. She started running, and Ellen chased her and grabbed her. She cried in the air, but she became Ellen's adopted daughter. She felt like a baby. So, she went back, and Ellen left her alone. She wandered about a ghost town, which was interesting. She found an old amusement park. She walked through it and saw something she had not seen before. She saw a dog with glowing red eyes pulling chains, warning her to go home. Lisa didn't listen. She ran away from Ellen, but Ellen found her. This time, however, she found Tom, and Tom and her ran away.
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