Ghost Story
You're new around here, aren't you? People don't come to this girl's bathroom much anymore. That's because I disturb them. But don't worry. Most ghosts are harmless.
Would you stay a little while and listen to my story? It gets lonely here. You would? Thank you.
You see, I died in this bathroom because I came in here to cry. A boy said cruel things about me. I hated him for months after I died. But I got over it. I think, if things had been different, we might have even become friends. I think I could have helped him. But it's too late now.
It was a monster that killed me here. I found out later that a dark wizard had let it loose for an evil purpose. He wasn't even after me specifically. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Voldemort? Yes. We didn't call him that in my day, but that's who was behind it, all right. He's come back and he's out there killing more people, isn't he? I thought so.
The boy who said cruel things died trying to stop Voldemort. No, he's not a ghost too. Most people don't become ghosts unless they have unfinished business here on Earth. I did, because I had so much anger about my lost potential. I haunted that boy for a while. I made him really sorry for what he said.
But that didn't last long. Like I said, he died He and a friend tried to stop Voldemort. They might have made it. If they only knew one little fact I could have told them, they would have survived that night.
It's funny how fate works. One little thing left undone, and so many lives come apart. One girl left crying in a bathroom instead of having anyone come look for her and help her before the monster got her.
Moaning Myrtle? No, she's in another bathroom.
Call me Howling Hermione.
You're new around here, aren't you? People don't come to this girl's bathroom much anymore. That's because I disturb them. But don't worry. Most ghosts are harmless.
Would you stay a little while and listen to my story? It gets lonely here. You would? Thank you.
You see, I died in this bathroom because I came in here to cry. A boy said cruel things about me. I hated him for months after I died. But I got over it. I think, if things had been different, we might have even become friends. I think I could have helped him. But it's too late now.
It was a monster that killed me here. I found out later that a dark wizard had let it loose for an evil purpose. He wasn't even after me specifically. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Voldemort? Yes. We didn't call him that in my day, but that's who was behind it, all right. He's come back and he's out there killing more people, isn't he? I thought so.
The boy who said cruel things died trying to stop Voldemort. No, he's not a ghost too. Most people don't become ghosts unless they have unfinished business here on Earth. I did, because I had so much anger about my lost potential. I haunted that boy for a while. I made him really sorry for what he said.
But that didn't last long. Like I said, he died He and a friend tried to stop Voldemort. They might have made it. If they only knew one little fact I could have told them, they would have survived that night.
It's funny how fate works. One little thing left undone, and so many lives come apart. One girl left crying in a bathroom instead of having anyone come look for her and help her before the monster got her.
Moaning Myrtle? No, she's in another bathroom.
Call me Howling Hermione.