The Little Ghost Girl

Stupid name for...a stupid story. I was bored when this was written >.<

    Once on a dark Halloween night a young five year old girl came running into her grandmother’s house screaming. The old woman took her to the side and asked her what was wrong. Out of breath the girl told her grandmother she thought she saw a ghost of a girl in the trees. The grandmother nodded and told the girl to sit in front of the fire. She asked the little girl what the ghost looked like. She responded that the ghost seemed to be crying and there was a big hole in her dress. Also it looked like she had been stabbed. The grandmother just nodded. Now the little girl knew that her grandmother knew something. She looked up at her and asked her to tell the story of how the ghost girl died. And so the grandmother began. 
    “It started out in the middle of a dark stormy night…. A young girl, ten years old couldn’t sleep, her birthday was the next day. She was the daughter of a rich, and well respected family and she, despite her age, was well known within the town…She decided to get a drink of water out of the well in the courtyard to help her get to sleep…She got out of bed and placed her warm fuzzy slippers onto her feet and went to the well…She had just finished the water and was about to head inside when she heard a noise in the bushes… She went over to see what it was.…”
    The grandmother paused and looked down and asked “and do you know what happened next?” The little girl just shook her heard viciously and the grandmother laughed and went on with the story.
    “Just as she pulled a branch back a tall man leaped out of the bushes and stabbed her…”
    “Who was the man?” the little girl interrupted.
    “Nobody knows….” she answered and continued.
    “As she fell dieing her nightgown ripped on the thorns of the bush… and the girl was gone…But some say they still see the young girl to this very day…They say you can see were she was stabbed and has tears running down her face and the rip in her nightgown… When they see her they say they can hear her singing quietly to herself "happy birthday....to meeee...happy birthday....to meee…” or "when the time....comes around....we can all be.....safe and sound......" Or she is just crying. And when she floats by you, you can feel the pain of her death.....and this is the story of the young ghost girl…”
    By the time the grandmother was done the little girls eyes were wide with shock. The grandmother laughed a little and told her to go to bed and get some rest. The little girl nodded and ran off.
    Once the little girl was gone the grandmother leaned back in her rocking chair and in a sad little voice started singing….”happy birthday....to meeee...happy birthday....to meee…”