I want to tell you a story. The story is of a girl that has haunted my dreams, nightmares, everything. In 2009, a girl with the name Ann went missing. Lets start some days before that. A new girl began attending our class. We weren't that old. Around 15, as I can remember. Her name was Ann. Ann Johans. She wasn't the prettiest girl, so she wasn't directly popular. Her parents were unknown. She had dark hair, black to be exact. She wore a dark-red hoodie everyday she came to school. Rumors says that she self harmed a lot, but no one exactly knew. I've always wanted to make friends with her. But I never knew what was gonna happen.