The Evening Visitor

Welcome kiddies, I just came back from the GROCERY GORE.  I bought everything from POTA-TOES to SHAMGOO Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  I also have among the FINGER-FOODS I bought, this week's tale.  
One night in June of 1927, there was a young girl, who was asleep in her bed, in a farmhouse, down, in southern-Ohio.  As she slept, she was awakened by the giggle of another little girl.  She yawned and quietly said, "hello?".  As the girl's eyes looked in the darkness, she saw another little girl, standing by her dresser across the room.  The other girl had: black-skin, with straight, white hair, in pig-tails.  She also wore a white-dress, with white, tap-dance shoes and socks up her legs.  She looked at the girl in bed, with her glowing-white eyes, through a pair of glasses.  She was transparent.  She was a specter.  "Hello, how are you?" the ghost of the little girl asked the girl in her bed.  "Fine thank you.  How are you?" the girl in bed replied, asking, as she sat up in bed.  "That is nice.  Oh, I am fine thank you" the ghost of the little girl answered, smiling with little, black-teeth and the inside of her mouth glowing-white.  "Who are you and why are you here?" the girl asked in bed.  "I am Wendy and I just want someone to jump-rope with.  I lived in this home here, ten years ago and died of pneumonia!!" the phantom introduced herself as and explained.  "I am sorry Wendy.  My name is Darla.  I love to play jump-rope too.  I'll play with you" the girl in bed introduced herself as and said.  "Thank you Darla!" the ghost of Wendy said and showed Darla an old jump-rope.  The specter began jumping-rope, as Darla got out of bed.  The ghost of Wendy sang: Turkey In A Straw and Darla joined in the song, quietly.  As the ghost jumped faster and the rope got quicker, Darla noticed green slime appear on the rope.  The ghost of Wendy started shrieking, as drops of slime dripped on her ghostly-head and dress, along with the floor.  Darla shook in fear and backed up a little bit.  Suddenly, Wendy dripped huge gabs of green slime out of her ghostly-glowing-white mouth, as she shrieked louder, thumping her shoes on the floor, as she jumped faster.  Then, the ghost of Wendy just faded-out, vanishing and it was silent once more.  Darla shook in more fear, trembling and wide-eyed.  She looked out her open-bedroom-window, out at the front porch beyond it and heard the ghostly-giggle of Wendy.  
Well, I guess little Wendy was just JUMPING FOR JOY eh?  But her ghost could't convince little Darla to get into the SPIRIT of the game ha-ha!  Well, at least maybe next time, Darla shall have a GHOST OF A CHANCE to join in the game hee-hee!