I looked at a picture of love, her head on my chest. Merope my love, the witch who stole my heart. My parents like her. "Hi" she said dreamily. From the look in her eyes she wanted to make more love. Are lips locked as my manhood entered her. " I love you Merope." I said. The next day I lost her. "Merope I need to tell you something." "Yes?" I held my breath as I told her. "I can see ghosts, and I help them." "Oh my god you are craze. No one can see ghosts because they are not real. I told you I am a witch and you mock me be saying you can see ghosts. I am leavening . Good bye Tom." I never saw her again alive that is. One day I saw her ghost crying on my front steps. But as soon as I called her name she was gone. She was the love of my life. When I died she told me about are son, and we went into the light.