Hello, Catherine
''Hello, Catherine; ''
His voice as cold as midwinter breezed through the room kicking every atom of sleep from Catherine's eyes; she shook on her bed, her face as pale as the snow. He was wearing all black with black gloves on his hands, if not that she didn't believe in ghosts she would have thought he was a ghost.
''You are dead… you…how are you alive… '' she stuttered in shock as she stared at him, not even in her wildest dreams did she imagine that he would be alive.
''Yea, I am dead. And you know one thing about dead people? Murder can never be traced to them. ''
A cold smile slanted Nicklaus's lips as he stared at Catherine with a cold and deathly glare. His right hand picking up a gun from the side stool.
''God! '' Catherine screamed as she jumped up from the bed, shaking like she had seen a ghost.