• The howling became louder and closer. My heart pouned in my ears as I stayed still as a stone.
    I finally decided to try my luck and look up...
    "Ah..."

    "They still say you can hear her screams if you go my the river at midnight."
    "If she died how did the story get out?"
    "She wrote it in her after life!"
    "Something's wrong with you...

    One ngiht...

    "Hey!"
    No answer...
    The boy came to a closed door. As he opened it he meet an odd site.
    His mother was on a bed, talking to a woman...a woman who was transparent.