Once there were two girls, Rose and Lilly, looking for their mysterious friend, Roelill, who they often encountered as they hiked through the hills behind their backyard.
As they searched high and low on the trail, they encountered Mr. Man, who was walking his dog.
“Have you seen our friend?” said Lilly. “She calls herself Roelill.”
“No, I haven’t, and neither have you,” said Mr. Man. “She is an old relative of mine, and she died a century ago.”
“What?” said Rose. “That’s impossible! We see her up in these hills all the time …”
“I’ll tell you the story,” said Mr. Man.
“Thanks,” said the girls.
“In her time, Roelill was the best hiker around,” said Mr. Man. “She even finished the Appalachian Trail.”
“Wow,” said Lilly.
“A ghost appeared and gave her the power of lightning,” said Mr. Man. “That way she could always blaze her own trail. But Roelill wasn’t sure how to use such power, so the first time she tried to make lightning strike, she rose her hand in the air … and struck herself.”
“Yikes!” said Rose.
“That’s the legend, anyway,” said Mr. Man. “Somehow, Roelill died. She was my great aunt, and I never had a chance to meet her.”
“Well, we have,” said Lilly. “She’s really nice.”
“I think she’s lonely, too,” said Rose. “She seems to really like our company.”
“She’s a ghost now, hey?” said Mr. Man with a wink. “Be careful.”
He disappeared down the trail with his dog.
The girls continued their hike.
Soon, Roelill appeared before them.
“We’ve been looking for you!” said the girls.
“I’ve been looking for you, too,” said Roelill.
She raised her hand, and Rose and Lilly were struck by lightning.
Their bodies fell to the ground, but their spirits remained standing next to her.
“Who’s next?” said Roelill.
Rose and Lilly glanced at each other.
Roelill pulled out a list.
“Oh, I see,” said Roehill with a grin. “It’s … (YOUR NAME HERE).”