Hannah plopped down on her bed tired, staring at the ceiling. "Hey Frisk, hey Skips" 

As usual, there was no response. Why would there be? One was a most likely non-existent ghost, and the other an old stuffed animal. 

 "I'm back, just another day at school. Nothing much happened. Talked to some friends, did some tests. Actually, I got one test back, B+. Not my best, but still pretty good." 

 Silence followed.

Why did she talk to them? It really was pretty simple. They wouldn't judge her. She could say anything to them, and they wouldn't look at her wierd, dislike her, or down right hate her. And although the conversations were always as one sided as can be, Hannah enjoyed them. She enjoyed having someone, or even something to talk to.

Frisk was what Hannah had named the ghost she believed lived in her closet, and Skips was her favorite stuffed animal, a blue and purple dog she got when she was four. 

 "I wish I could actually talk to you guys. Our conversations aren't really conversations, are they" 

Hannah though to herself, wondering what it would be like to actually talk to the two.

She felt the familiar chills go down her back.

"Well, Frisk, at least I know you're listening" 

"Goodnight guys"

{A\N: sorry the chapter is so short. This is the first story that I'm posting, and I kind of just wanted to come up with something on the fly}