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Finally it was my thirteenth birthday! As I was at my house, the big blue one on 49th Street, opening my presents, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" I hollered to my mother. When I opened the door, I saw a strange, transparent girl who looked about my age. "Hi," I said nicely. She stuck a box in my hand, and the door slammed.

"Who was it?" my mom inquired. I could tell she was chopping something in the kitchen.

"Oh, it was no one," I lied. "I think I'm going outside for a little while. I haven't seen much sun."

"Ok, be careful," she reminded me. I walked out the door and looked around. I saw the girl starting to go away. I sprinted towards her. She moved faster. I ran after her, and into the graveyard. She was sitting behind a tombstone crying. When I asked her who she was, she pointed to the grave. I read the stone.

It read, "Judy Roberts. Commited suicide. Ambulance arrived too late."

"Wow," I thought. Then I demanded, "Tell me your story. I believe you are a ghost, and I want to know why!"

As I sat down, she started to speak, "My name is Judy Roberts. I lived in your house." She told me that on her birthday, a strange lady came to her house and gave her the same package I had revieved. She had finally  learned what was in the box, but that was after she became a ghost.

"You must not open the box until you are about to die," she added to her story, disgustedly.

When she opened the door, she could not believe her eyes. The strange lady, she had later known, was also a ghost. She said,"I did so many chores trying to get that box, that my hands hurt. My mother always told me she would never give me the box, so I stabbed myself. I know now that what was in the box could have saved me."

Her mother was angry at the little, impatient black haired girl for killing herself to get the box.

I was shocked. She stated that there was only one person at her funeral. It was the strange lady! The lady said a word that no one heard and Judy was cursed forever.

"Wow," I almost whispered.

"Now," Judy commanded,"go home and don't do anything irrational." When I went home, I promised myself I wouldn't open the box until I had to.

Eighty years later, as I lay on my death bed, Judy came. She refreshed my memory of the box. I creakily leaned over and opened the drawer on my bedside table. I took the box from its place, and gingerly, silently opened it. As I grabbed the liquid from the box, I could already somewhat feel the healing power. When I swallowed the liquid, I felt myself turn, yet again, to thirteen years old.