“Mrs. Hills, is there anything else?”
A worker asked. “Then, the terrifying scream of Amy G. Hills filled the chapel and she was never seen AGAIN!” Hanna told her friends. “Now as a writer, I believe that! You know, in 2 weeks is the day she went missing,” her friend Leona told her. The day she went missing was the summer of July 7, 1945. The day of the wedding.
Hanna Elles Mallka is a supernatural journalist who will write about anything interesting! Hanna’s black leather boots click-clacked in the hallway has she left her own journalist company. The warm June wind blew on Hanna’s face.
“Who’s tapping me?” She asked looking behind. Nobody was there and the sides behind her was empty. THERE IT WAS AGAIN! “H-hello?! Show yourself!” Hanna exclaimed once more. “Got any.... w-wat—water?” A voice behind her asked.
Behind her was a transparent ghostly lady who looked to be in her 20s. She had on a gorgeous white dress. WHAT.IS. HAPPENING?!?!?!?