Clear voice with a natural speed, please. If this is OK I would like to publish the file on repeto.org website.
Susie sat in her car and stared at the house on the hill. The house was old and run-down, and had been abandoned for years. No one but her had been inside for a very long time. And only she could finish the job that needed to be done inside.
Susie looked at what was in her bag, making sure she had everything she needed. Once she was satisfied, she left her car and walked up the stone path to the ruined house's front door. She knocked several times, and the door creaked open by itself. Even though this was peculiar, Susie was not frightened by it.
She entered the front hall filled with cobwebs. A thick layer of dust covered almost everything. Even though it was a scary scene, Susie was not afraid.
"Hello?" She called out into the house. There was no reply. She turned right and entered the parlour. Susie sat down in the dusty armchair in the corner. Just as she was expecting, the image of a young woman appeared on the couch opposite her. A ghost. But Susie, having been to the house before, was expecting her.
"What are you doing here?" asked the young woman.
"You asked me to come here, Abby." Susie answered.
"I've never seen you before in my life." Abby replied.
Susie sighed. She had been coming here to help get rid of the ghost for a long time now, but Abby never remembered her.
"I know this is confusing, but you're dead." Susie explained.
"I know that much!" Abby yelled. "I just can't rest until I find it."
"Find what?" Susie asked. "I asked before but you won't tell me."
"It's my most special treasure, I can't just go and tell strangers about it!" Abby explained.
Susie realised she wasn't getting anywhere with this ghost. She decided to change the subject.
"So, what did you do today?" she asked her ghost friend. "Oh, nothing." She answered.
"It's so boring being a ghost. I can't make a cup of coffee, ride my bicycle, or even write in my diary. It's completely disrupted my whole life."
Susie gave a half-hearted nod of agreement, but then realised something. Abby had never mentioned a diary before. Maybe it would have some clue to whatever the "treasure" she was seeking was!
Susie came up with an excuse to go hunting for it.
"Excuse me, Abby, I've got to use the restroom."
"Ah, I don't have to do that anymore. It's upstairs on the left."
Susie wandered up the dusty stairs, taking a look around until she found what looked like Abby's bedroom. She rifled around under the pillows and bed sheets and ultimately found it in her bedside drawer.
It was a small, red leather book. Its cover was held shut by a tiny padlock. No good. If Susie wanted to read it she'd have to find a way to get it open. She slipped it in her bag. Once she had it open, she'd finally be able to help Abby get to rest.
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