Chapter 8

The figure's face showed… nothing. What she stared into was a black abyss. The sight of the things face caused Zoey's body to freeze in the process, with the only thing moving on her body, is the forever rushing blood. She began to stammer back.

"You."

"It is me." The figure began to speak. The figure was the same, but the voice is what caused her to tremble. This voice is the thing that caused the separation from her mom, with Amire. Feeling anger, Zoey swung to try and get some type of justice but failed all the same. The woman winced as her hand shivered due to the lack of blood. I have to get out of here. Now! Zoey's breathing got more and more hitched as the area around her became hazier. Her footing around her became wobbly, like a newborn fawn.

"I, I need to le-" Her body came rigid. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she tried. Suddenly something grabbed her by her shoulders.

"Zoey, Zoey!" Mrs. Kingiver's voice echoed through the air. "Oh god look at your hand honey." It took a while, but Zoey's vision became more and more clear.

"Miss, we need to get out of here. The ghost, the ghost is here, we need to leave." Her words invoke a sequence of laughter from the other.

"Sweetheart, there is no ghost."