There was a ghost in Ella's attic.
Not a scary one. It made very small noises — little sighs and shuffles and the occasional soft knock.
Ella wasn't frightened. She was curious.
She climbed up to the attic with a torch and a sandwich.
In the corner, floating an inch off the floor, was the smallest, most transparent ghost she had ever seen.
"Hello," said Ella.
The ghost made a tiny eek and tried to hide behind a box.
"I brought a sandwich," said Ella. "Can ghosts eat sandwiches?"
A pause. Then: "I don't know. I never tried."
Ella held it out. The ghost took a tiny translucent bite.
"Cheese," it said, surprised.
"Is it good?"
"I think so. I've been alone a very long time."
Ella sat down on the attic floor. "Well," she said, "you don't have to be anymore."