[Veshora]

Although worn down by the years, the little shack up high in the old oak tree still seems sturdy. Kids used to hide and play here a hundred years ago. Maybe some of them never stopped. You catch the faint light of a ghost. A whisper in the night. Then suddenly a small hand pats on your back. "Tag! You're it!"

You whirl around but see no one. Something rustles through the branches. As you turn back, pieces of candy lie on the ground. Of course your mother once warned you to not trust strangers with candy. But you're pretty sure this doesn't extend to ghost children. If you're brave enough to hang out with them, you might make a few great friends...