"Strange, says Reginold. "There's
no dust up here. And do you feel a
draft?"
We are in a ruin," you say. "Of
course there's a draft."
"The glass in the windows is still
intact" mutters Reginold.
Gazing at your reflection in the
mirror, you decide you look pretty
good, all things considered. You
brush cobwebs from your wavy
brown hair. You smile. You're
happy to see that your teeth are
looking particularly good. Of
course, you deserve nice teeth,
since unlike most people you
know, you take care of them.
Every morning you wipe your
teeth with a cloth dipped into a
cleaning concoction consisting
of vinegar, salt, a little sand, and a
small measure of your own urine.
You are about to pull yourself
away from the mirror and put it in
your backpack when you glimpse
a translucent skull with thin,
wispy hair just behind you in the
reflection. You spin around and
see not a skull, but a young girl
floating a few feet in the air, her
pale face fixed on you. Reginold
sees her too, as evidenced by him
running down the stairway.
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH WHAT
IS MINE!" the ghostly girl shouts.
You back up and reflexively put
the mirror back on the table. You
Have heard tales of powerful
ghosts that can suck the life right
Out of you and wonder if this girl
is one of those.