Oh my gosh. She was related to that girl? That poor girl who was unfortunately murdered?

"My goodness," I managed to say something. "I am so, so sorry."

The old woman gave me a weird look, as I were the dumbest person in the world. "Sorry?" she said. "My dear, why are you sorry? I can tell that you have a kind soul. Why would you ever be sorry?"

"I...I know what happened to your granddaughter."

She gathered up the pillows that were on her couch and tossed them to the carpeted floor. "You do?"

I nodded. "My best friend...who is not even my friend anymore...shared me the story. Also, I met her ghost, and she wants revenge on Chad."

She sighed heavily. "I was afraid of this." She motioned to the couch. "Please. Have a seat. I will be back with the tea." She lifted up her dress so that only her shoes were showing and strolled into her kitchen.

I sat down, and my sisters did the same. They plopped their bottoms on either side of me and faced me.

"Eleanor? What is going on?" Elena asked, her voice just above a whisper.

"You will see," I replied, trying to reassure her. "Or in this case, hear."

"Why did you tell her that you saw some ghost?" Elaine also asked. "Are you not a little old to believe in ghosts?"

"Yes. Yes, I am. But these are not ghosts. They are Clistines. Dejah told me."
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"Let me read it to you." She cleared her throat and read. "'The ghosts in Forlot are actually called Clistines. Clistines are ghost-like people who have lived in Forlot their entire lives. Clistines are not dead - NOT DEAD! - and very alive. They can either be a boy or girl and are always white with a blue outline.'"
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Elena pulled her legs and knees close to her chest and shuddered. "I am scared."

"Me too," I sadly admitted.

"But you are the big sister!" Elaine protested. "You are not supposed to be afraid of anyone or anything!"

"Trust me. The Clistines are more than what I can handle."

The old lady returned, holding a large tray, and set the tray on the table. There were four small teacups filled to the brims with tea.

"I hope that you all like tea," Edna spoke as she picked up two cups by the handles and handed one to each of my sisters. "Tea is my speciality. I make it myself."

I do not mind drinking tea, however, Elena and Elaine are a different story. They hate coffee and tea, even though that they have never tried it. But I became surprised when they accepted the tea and thanked her. I believe that it was because she was way older than us, and they make sure to respect their elders.

My sisters are just wonderful!

"Thank you!" Elena and Elaine thanked in unison.

Edna giggled softly. "You are welcome." She handed me my tea and stared at me. "You remind me so much of my granddaughter."

"I am not surprised," I confessed. "Jennifer's ghost did tell me that we are almost exactly alike. With the exception of the hair."

The old woman strolled over to the mantel that was across from the couch and rested an arm on the edge. There were many pictures of Jennifer - about fifteen to eighteen - on top of the mantel, and Edna grasped the frame that was the closest to her and examined it. I could see tears forming in her eyes.

"To take a child...my granddaughter...and to murder her for no good reason is pure evil." She sniffed and wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "I am her mother's mother. My daughter really desired to have a child of her own to love. She wanted a daughter and to name her Jennifer. It was not long after she made the decision to have a girl that she found the love of her life. A man who would definitely take care of her. Of course, I gave them my blessing and encouraged them to get married. A year after they were happily married, they had a baby girl."

"Jennifer Cross," I mumbled under my breath.

"My granddaughter was a bright and intelligent girl, and whenever I was around her, I felt that she would be something great. I was so proud of her hard work and determination. That is...until her untimely death."

"A boy who was new to her school murdered her because she refused to be his girlfriend," I explained to her. "His name is Chad Pals."

"And he died from the flu the next day. Good riddance."

"No. Not good riddance."

She put the frame back on the mantel and faced me. "Hmm?" She scooted a chair over to us and sat in it. "I thought that it was only Jennifer's ghost that you are dealing with."

"There are three others. Chad's ghost. Gloria's ghost. And Gabby's ghost. All but Jennifer want me dead!"

"Oh, dear. You poor thing."

"Chad wants me dead because he wants me to be his bride, and Gloria and Gabby want me dead because Chad has a thing for me. However, I got rid of the cursed dress."

"Cursed...dress?"

"The red dress. The one that you sold to me for free. Jennifer said that Gloria and Gabby owned and fought over that same dress until they died."

"Oh my. I had no idea. If I did, I would not have given you that dress." She got up, left the room, and soon returned with a small blade. "Jennifer will not rest until Chad leaves this world forever. Her parents are in peace, but not her. Not yet." She handed me the blade. "You must stick this blade through Chad's grave. It will stop him once and for all. You must do it this Saturday night."

This Saturday night? That was the night of the dance!