After an unfortunate incident at work, you take a couple of days for yourself, planning on staying at the nice restaurant at the edge of town. There you meet a handsome green eyed man who comes to your rescue when you’re visited by a ghost.
If Dean was still by the door than who was standing behind you? Not exactly sure you wanted to find out, you still found yourself slowing turning. Getting ready to face whatever had goosebumps rising on your skin, the hair standing on your neck. Whatever you had expected, it wasn’t the shimmering, ethereal person in front of you. She was about your height, with long, curly, black hair that cascaded down her back. Dressed in a long white nightgown, she flickered like a candle, as if she was having trouble staying visible.
You stared at her, transfixed, barely noticing that she was raising her arm, the lace on her nightgown flowing with the movement, her hand getting closer and closer to your chest. “Who are you?” You asked her, hearing heavy footsteps from the other end of the room. But you couldn’t look to see if it was Dean. This woman had you entranced, as if in a spell.