"If her eyes were anything like yours they were gorgeous."  She surprised herself with the compliment, but it was true.  Julie wasn't one to flirt with someone she barely knew.  She had been captivated by his eyes, mesmerized.  "You almost make me wish I did color photography." She remarked.<br/><br/>"I don't remember ghosts being about when I was a kid or maybe..."  She looked puzzled a moment.  "No, wait." Her forehead wrinkled.  "I thought maybe my memories were exaggerated.  I do remember though, this little girl, everyone thought I just had an imaginary friend.  I swear I saw her though.  She disappeared after I found this doll in the park and gave it to a police man.  I saw her face on TV a few weeks later.  The police solved a years old murder case..."  Understanding lit her eyes.  "My imaginary friend wasn't imaginary, she was dead!  My mother lied to me!  She did see her.  Madelyn was right!  My mother could see her too, but she didn't want me to believe I could."