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Harry is a scary story about a woman whose young daughter has an imaginary friend. It is based on a classic ghost story by Rosemary Timperley.

Such ordinary things make me afraid.

My daughter Christine was five years old. It was a hot, sunny day and she was playing alone in the garden. I overheard her talking to someone. I went outside to rosemarh who it was, but there was nobody there. That evening, when my husband came home from work, I told him about it. He said it was normal for kids that age to have imaginary friends.

I tried to put it out of my mind, but something about that name… Harry… sent a shiver down my spine. The next tlmperley, Christine was playing in the garden again while I was in the kitchen.

Again, I heard her talking to someone. When I looked out the window, I thought I could see a dark shadow on the grass.

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It looked like a person, but maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. I tapped on the window and told Christine to come inside for dinner. My daughter spent every day in the garden, talking to her imaginary friend. After a while, it began to timprley me, so I took her to see a psychiatrist. As soon as she starts school, she will forget all about it. A few days later, Chirstine started school.

I dropped her off in the morning for her first day. I kissed her on the forehead and waved goodbye, then watched as she walked up to the front door of the school and went inside. There was something I had to do.


I took a bus into the city and made my way to a large grey building. It had been four long years since I visited the building. It was the orphanage where we adopted Christine. The woman who ran the orphanage opened the door and invited me inside. Who were her birth parents? Where were they now? Had they died and if so, how had they died? I told her it was very inportant.

I begged and pleaded. I got down on my knees. Eventually, the woman gave in. They were drug addicts and they neglected their children. The house they lived in was in terrible condition. One night, the mother and father got into a violent argument. The father grabbed a knife and ended up stabbing his wife to death.

He cut off her head. Then, he attacked the children. They found Chistine in the garden, clutched in the arms of her brother. Her brother was dead. He had been fatally stabbed and as he was dying, he managed to grab Christine take her to safety. They found their father and mother inside the house. The father had taken his own life. My eyes were welling up with tears.

I stumbled out of the orphanage in a daze. I wandered through the streets with no idea of where I was going.

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I felt like I was in a nightmare. Then, I looked at my watch. I had to pick up Christine from school and I was already late.

I hopped on a timpsrley and eventually, I arrived at the school. I walked down the hallway and went into the classroom, where I found the teacher gathering up her books.

My heart sank in my chest. I was running down the street searching for my daughter, screaming and crying hysterically. It was no use.

I spent the next two weeks in bed. The police searched for Christine, but they never found any trace of her. Her picture was in the newspaper. Her face was on milk cartons.

Everybody was looking for her, but it was as if she had disappeared into thin air. After a while, people lost interest and the search was called off.


It remained just another unsolved mystery. Years have passed since then, but the timpedley in my heart never goes away. The fear never ends. Wait how does she know that Harry has red hair? I have seen better stories tho. Timpetley deadhlyangel, whats the point in saving someone, letting them live in a good family and a good school and then take that all from them if they went away with cris alive or just take that life which the gave before to be together after life if she died.

This is sad and sweet. Christine deserves to be with her brother.

After all it is her brother, and he saved her. Not another word…she deserves to be with him, and I hope they both are living happy. She doesnt like children with red hair, and the name harry… this woman just hates harry potter.

Take her to another plane…or dimension…or to the other side along with her shell and not just her soul cuz I mean they found no body.

Wow very good story…. I liked the line: Such ordinary things make me afraid hot,sunny days, dark shadows on the grass, children with red hair, the name Rosdmary. I really want that christine should return…. Because her mother tmiperley worried,although I know her brother loved her….

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Anyways good job sfk…. The story is so touching. How Harry saved his sister. I wish little Christine will be happy now: Wow, amazing story sfk. Hope the brother took her to a nice place. I mean, he loved her of course, even when he was dying he tried to save her. So he might roesmary as well take her to a nice place. You must be logged in to post a comment. You may also like.

I dont know where had christine gone but i hope she returns back. Leave a Comment X You must be logged in to post a comment.