The ghostly figure stood in front of the man's house. The man was sleeping in this bedroom. The moon was as bright as ever and as big as ever. It was the perfect time. It was the perfect moment. It was the perfect killing. The girl entered the man's house. She started walking up the stairs. Her hair all in her face. Her long and flowy white gown got tangled in the stairs as she walked up. Covered in dirt and mud her long and flowy gown got stained. Someone had buried her in the dirt and mud. Oh all the hardships she had gone through. But we'll talk about that later. She walked up the stairs. She walked up the stair nice and slowly. Everything around her was calm and cold. She kept walking and walking up the stairs as if there were no end. It was dark, very, very dark. She finally went up the stairs, slowly and softly, without any sound or movement. She floated up the stairs and on to the man's room. She walked across the big and long hallway, on which the other side of,,,, was the man's room. She spotted the man's room and ran right towards the door. And she stopped right at the front of the door. She started examining the door. She stood in front of the door about to open it. While on the other side of the door was the man sleeping quietly, without a clue of what was about to happen to him. In just a few seconds he was going to die. And in the hands of a ghost. But he wasn't even aware of it.