ZIL: Hello Readers My Writers Block has been worked through but just to let you know my writing style has changed quite a bit since I started this story. I chose to completely rewrite only so I could reflect my current ability as an author. Please Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only do this once every story now as it gets tiresome typing it for every chapter so here goes, I don't own Kat, Dr. J Harvey, Casper, Whipstaff, or the Ghostly Trio in anyway...I only own the plot of this fic and the OC's you may find within.

Chapter 1: The Beginning, Keira's Goodbye

Keira's POV

It's interesting to think that only a little less than 2 decades ago, just under 20 years, that my small family of three consisting of my mother, father, and I lived at the Whipstaff Manor. My name is Keira and I remember with a deep fondness in my heart living in the big house. I always had a friend to play with and you would think I meant other kids in town but you would be very, very wrong. My friends were actually the true owners of the big house…and they were among the dead.

My parents were dismayed that I was an isolated child and no matter how much I told them of the fun I had playing in the house. They wanted me to have more than just imaginary friends if only they knew my friends weren't imaginary. My house was owned by four spirits who, at the time, I had called them "My Ghosties" as silly as it sounds. I was just a little girl and couldn't say all of their names except for my closest friend.

Third Person POV

"Stretch!" the little girl called happily as her dolls flew around in the air again. She smiled as the surprised spirit stopped and made himself visible again.

The violet eyed ghost stared at the small girl in shock, "Since when could da lil fleshie say anything more than ghostie boys?" He turned to his brothers as they appeared too with Casper who flew to the little girl he played with excited.

"I don't know Uncle Stretch…I think besides ghostie." He paused happy for the child, "That your name was her first word!" The youngest ghost spoke to the child, "Hey Keira, can you say Casper?" He pointed at his own translucent chest and broke the syllables down, "Cas-Per"

The little girl took a moment to think before clapping her hands with a giggle an said, "Caspa!" She then moved over to Stretch and hugged his tail, "Stretch, My Ghostie!" Her little childish face full of glee as the ghosts looked on confused.

Stinkie flew towards the little girl and looked back at Stretch saying with a snicker, "Aw bro, looks like da little twerps gotta thing for ya!" He was soon joined by Fatso as the oldest ghost just shook his head and snuck a smile at the little fleshie. She was a cute little girl with brown hair pulled up into pigtails and the most unique looking eyes of a blueish-green. Her eyes sparkled like the sea water from the cliff and it wasn't a set he would ever forget.

"Keira! Where are you Sweetie?" A woman's voice could be heard from another room in the large house. The ghosts looked at each other before going invisible right as the woman entered the room. Smiling, at the little princess of her heart who giggled on the floor she lifted Keira into her arms and said playfully, "It's time for food…I swear. Keira, how do you have so much energy, with so little food to eat you little goof?"

The little girl waved over her mother's shoulders to the ghosts as her mother stole her away for the midday meal. Her high pitched squealing had yet to cease as they made their way through the house. Once her mother reached the main corridor she sat little Keira on the ground who wandered towards the railway. Whipstaff Manor had been around for a little more than a century and was in need of repairs. Most seemed minor and hadn't yet been attended to by the parents. Sadly one of these projects should have been a priority over all others when Keira began walking on her own, the railing along the stairs.

All that was heard in the house was a crack of wood and the painful cries of the little toddler as she landed on the ground floor of the house. Her father rushed over to pick up the hurt little girl as the mother rushed down the stairs to get a closer look at her child's arm. Keira had her right arm bent at a strange angle and her pained shrieks filled the air to the ghosts' despair. Both parents looked at the broken railing with shame as they realized the critical mistake that could have cost them much more than a broken arm. All the adults filled with sadness and regret as the innocent little child who was always happy cried out in agony.

Ashamed, both parents set to take their daughter to the hospital to get her arm set in a proper cast. After they returned they worked to replace the entire stairwell's railing and reinforced all the steps for a pretty penny to prevent anyone from ever getting hurt again. They then sat down with a realtor to sell the house, neither parent felt safe in the fixer upper mansion where their little girl could be hurt again by another overlooked repair after the incident with her broken arm.

It took about two years but finally, to the parent's relief they were leaving the old mansion behind. They had successfully sold the home as it to an old man who was apparently rich, the little girl hearing they were leaving became depressed and hid from her parents constantly to their consternation in a futile hope to stop them from leaving.

Two little feet carried the toddler through a hidden passageway into the room the three ghost brothers used. She was still very young and only spoke a few more words, Momma, Papa, Ghostie, Stretch, and Caspa. She saw her favorite violet eyed ghostie sitting on the bed with a contemplative look on his face.

"Ghostie Stretch!" Her voice was sad but her smile was warm as she held the box out to him. Stretch looked from his favorite little fleshie to the box and back to the girl asking, "What's dis little fleshie?" He watched as she just smiled and opened the box where inside lay mini doll replicas of each of the ghosts with a little girl holding their hand. A goodbye gift for them since she had to leave with her parents, she looked down at her feet remembering that today was they day they were leaving.

The little girl then smiled sadly as she walked out of the room. The ghosts became invisible and silently followed her and the invisible Stretch as she moved to grab her last little bag. None of them wanted to see the little girl leave them all but, they knew she had to go with her family. As she was in her room grabbing her few little knick knacks she didn't see each of the ghosts slip a small gift into the bag. She left the bedroom to go meet her parents downstairs.

She reluctantly grabbed her father's hand as they began towards the door to leave the manor for good. She turned with a watery smile causing her father to pause in concern as she spoke two phrases. Her voice filled with sadness and the beginnings of a lonely tone the parents would hear for years to come. All because she was losing her only friends she ever had…the only friends she had ever needed.

"Bye-bye Ghosties, I'm gonna miss you…I love you Ghostie Stretch." She was picked up and taken out the door never able to hear him whisper back gently as he watched her through the window.

"Love you too, Keira." He turned away and flew from his brothers and nephew who watched as their heartbroken relative had to say goodbye to the precious little fleshie child that stole his heart. The only person who had been able to melt the ice around it with sparkling eyes, it was the hardest thing he'd ever done. It hurt them all to say their farewells to…little Keira Harvey.