Amy opened the door of the haunted house; she was astonished by what she saw…

Two months ago, Amy Baldwin and her parents moved to another city. The girl
was frightened by the new stage in her life, and she desperately resisted the move,
but her parents were adamant. The mystical town on the edge of England was not
attractive at all. The small number of people and the gray houses did not please
Amy's eyes at all. The whole landscape was too bleak and sad, so Amy stared into
her book, trying not to look outside.

It took a long time for the girl to get used to her new school, but she was having
trouble making friends. No matter how many times she tried, people seemed too
withdrawn, too strange, to be friends with her. For two months she felt like the
loneliest person on the planet, every conversation about going back ended in a
fight. The girl's mother tried to tell her that over time she would get used to it and
things would definitely get better, but Amy wouldn't listen.

On one of her usual frowny days, she was walking home from school through an
abandoned park overgrown with lush greenery. Clouds slowly began to gather in
the sky, hinting that a cold rain was about to fall. Amy glanced around and spotted
an old, dilapidated house across the street. She seemed to have heard her
classmates talk about the place; some even claiming it was haunted. Amy's
curiosity wouldn't let her pass it by.

So, when Amy opened the door of the haunted house, she was astonished by what
she saw. The walls of the house were stained with blood, and in a dark corner of
the dusty room, littered with broken furniture, sat a small, scary thing. It was
sobbing loudly, and its heartbreaking wails rang in the girl's ears. The door
slammed shut behind her. Amy cried out, her body shaking. She tried to get out,
but it was in vain. Amy, gasping with fear, slowly began to approach the creature.
The apparition raised its head with sunken eye sockets, from which large trails of
tears descended. It was terribly ugly, with crooked fingers in old shabby rags.

- Why are you crying? -She asked quietly, still hoping to escape the cursed house.

- I'm so lonely," the creature howled, "I've been stoned, and no one wants to be
friends with me," the ghost cried, looking sadly at the girl.

Amy felt uncomfortable, but the creature no longer caused her fear. Despite the
horrible appearance, she began to sympathize with the little cornered creature. Not
long ago she herself had dreamed of having friends. Amy soothed the ghost, and he
asked her to sit with him just a little longer. Amy told funny stories to her new
"friend." And they seemed to find an understanding. For the first time ever, the girl
felt happy.

A year went by, and no one ever found Amy Baldwin...