I remember it was around late in the afternoon when I first met my ghost friend. I usually play a tea cup set in my grandmother's garden beside the big guava tree with my talking doll, Yvain. I was 7 years old at that time.

I was busy gathering some flowers in the garden and setting the little tables and chairs for the so called tea party where I can sit along with my doll when suddenly I noticed that from under the guava tree stood a white young lady. I could not see much...