ABIGAIL

Heh-Heh-Heh, welcome kiddies HACK TO MY CASTLE!  This is MY LAST DOSE OF LURID-LITERATURE within this ICKY-ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE.  Hee-Hee, and EERIE-ENTRY known as...
A farmhouse that stood among some backwoods out, in the countryside, was in a rainstorm of southeastern-Pennsylvania, back in 1892 one afternoon.  A young girl was combing a female doll's hair in her upstairs-bedroom of the farmhouse, when a disembodied-voice next to her of another young girl spoke out: "Lavender, play with me!" to her.  Lavender stood up from sitting on the edge of her bed and replied, "alright, Abigail, what game should we play?".  "Jump-Rope is my favorite thing to do actually" the voice of Abigail told her.   
A jump-rope rose up, out of her toy-chest, and the specter of a young girl materialized holding it.  Her flesh was dead-white and extremely pale, her eyes were sunken-in and solid-white looking like ping-pong balls.  She wore a white dress and was in her bare-feet, with long, straight black hair that was eerily transparent.  "It is I, Abigail, Lavender" the ghost girl spoke out, her eyeballs rolling around in her dark-sockets without eyelids.  "You have never shown yourself to me before my Friend.  I remember when you started speaking to me last Summer" Lavender told Abigail.  "Yes, because I was murdered by you mean old Grandfather.  He did not like me jumping-rope on your farm here outside.  He buried my body in your garden" Abigail explained.  Her ghostly-bones cracked as she wandered out of Lavender's bedroom.  Downstairs, an old man was smoking a cigar in a chair in the living-room.  "Father, when this rain dies down, I shall retrieve the turnips from the garden" a younger man claimed to the old one, coming in from the hall.  "Oh, uh, alright Charles.  Do not pull up the turnips too hard as I have advised you since last Summer now" he responded, nervously.   
Charles went into the dining-room, and his father smoked, as the grandfather-clock in the hallway chimed: "3:00 p.m.".  Abigail stepped down the staircase making the sounds of cracking bones.  She entered the living room and glared at the father of Charles with her ghostly-ping-pong-like eyes.  As she hummed Little Brown Jug, the ghost put the jump-rope arould the old man's neck from behind the chair.  The dead girl strangled him to death.    
Well, Charles' Father got all CHOKED-UP in the end there eh, Kiddies?  SERVES HIM FRIGHT for what he did to poor Abigal.  At least she ROPED HIM IN at the end and GRAVE him what was coming to him aha-ha-ha-ha!