On a weekend, I was having a sleepover at my friend, Sallie's house. It was 10:15am and we were watching a ghost horror movie. Rosanna then got up. "Guys this is boring, how about we do something fun?". "Like what?" I said. "We should tell each other terrifying horror stories". All four of us agreed with her, "Sounds like a plan!". At that time it was 10:27am. We were enjoying snacks as we told our horror stories. When was my turn, the time was 11:01am. I then began my story. "This is the story of a young girl named Shapeshie." As I continued my story, time past as well. By that time it was 11:58am. We were just about to eat our lunch, until we heard a knock on the front door. "I'll get it!", I said. I then opened the door, and was shocked to see who it was. It was a little girl with dark orange hair held in pigtails, a pink shirt, overalls, and bright yellow eyes. She looked like an eleven year old. "Hello, nice to meet you!" she then smiles.