I made my decision halfway up to reject the ghost but as soon as she approached, I changed my mind. She was a mere beauty. Her hair raven black sat on the deep black ocean of her dress.
Her eyes as green as life and the necklace on her breast line was like a pearl inside a glowing white frustule. She didn't look devil but unlike it seemed more angelic.
"Her heart!" she grinned.
I sensed that she was aiming to test me because a ghost could do nothing with a heart. Why would she threaten me with her? Something was wrong with this.
"Take my life instead!" I blathered meekly. Could be her dragging us here or Ai was testing me? Her desire excelled me like a snake bite that you feel the snake sneaked into your veins through that venom.
"Wow! What a soft-hearted Weaver we have." She bared her teeth as if I marked the wrong answer inside a box.
