"Don't come, please we beg you," the whispers urged her.
"Why is it scary," the girl asked, curiously. Her skin was pale, her hair bleached blonde to match. She was small and frail, in her little summer gown.
"No, not really. But it be a waist, if you come any closer you won't be able to help us," the whispers answered. The girl stopped in her tracks and stared at the black abyss in front of her. "We want to see though your eyes, of what the world is like."
"Oh, can I still talk to you though? I mean if I leave this place how will I get to know you better?" the girl wondered aloud for the whispers to hear.
"Yes of course you'd be able to talk to us. If you help us obtain material bodies we can walk and play with you. Please my sweet Doll."
"Of course, I promise, by the way my name is Gabriel, don't you have a name?"
"We are not singled out as you Doll but many of your humans call us shadows, or deamons." they told their sweet Doll Gabriel.
"I see, does that mean if I help you I can help give you a name? Everyone needs one." Her eyes pleaded to the darkness.
"We will stand by you forever , Doll," the whispers said delightfully. they thanked her for her support and the room faded. Gabriel opened her eyes and found her self in her room at the window sill where she had fallen asleep earlier reading her favorite book. She marked her page and ran down the corridor to her father's study in their new mansion home. Excited about her new friends.
"Doll," the had called her........