Everything around me slowed down to a blur as Mary's ghost went in and out of focus. What was this about her summoning me?
The restroom got colder. The air in it thicker.
Light bulbs flickered.
Everything went still—except the rapid beating of my heart. I had so many questions that I wasn't sure the malicious ghost in front of me was going to answer.
The longer I looked at her, the more I realized the physical difference between us.
Mary's skin was much more pale. She looked sickly…drained. I could tell that life was slowly slipping out of her, if not completely.
Her eyes were the worst.
They were empty.
"When you stopped writing the story, everything froze. It was the night I had a huge argument with Madeleine. She had said very hurtful words."
I listened, trying not to be aware of the shadows that were silently growing in the corners of the restroom.
