Haunted?

Some people swore that the house was haunted...but there's many different stories as to how the Dursely house came to be so. Each story has but one thing in common--the girl. She's about eleven, they say. Very pretty, in a transparent sort of way. Very few people know the true story. I know it. See, my grandma knew that girl, and she told me what happened. It was a sunny, cloudless day. One of those days where you want to take a walk because the weather's so nice. My grandma and her best friend decided to do just that. They decided to go and visit the Dursely's, who were close family friends. The Dursely's had one son named Kevin; he was the same age as the girls. My grandma (who's name is Gina) and her friend (who's name was Mary) both had a sort of crush on him. The three of them were close friends then, so it was perfectly normal to visit on a beautiful summer day. But as the girls approached the house, they paused. No one seemed to be home, and the open windows showed the rooms were empty.