A Ghost
The room glows faintly with an eerie light, paler than moonlight. You
take a closer look and see what you believe to be a ghost--no, two
ghosts. It is a young boy about twelve years old, dressed in clothing
from at least 500 years before, and a much smaller ghost, a little
girl about three years old. The boy is speaking, but you cannot hear
his words. The little girl laughs, and the boy laughs with her.
Suddenly, the figure of a tall woman dressed in chain mail enters
through the front door, brandishing a sword. Her face is fierce,
warlike, merciless. The children cower in fear, their laughter gone
as quickly as a spring shower. The woman yells at them silently. The
little girl begins to cry and wraps her arms around the boys legs. The
boy also cries, fingering a rosary around his neck. He turns toward
you, seeming to look directly into your eyes. You are trapped by his
pity, unable to move or even breathe. As you watch in horror, the
woman thrusts her sword deep into the boy's chest. Blood is
everywhere, completely covering the little girl. She screams in mute
terror as the woman slices off the boys head. The woman smashes in
the girl's head with the heavy hilt of her sword. Grinning insanely,
she licks the blood off her hands and saunters out the
door.
