Beck was reading a book on the bed. She felt soft touches on the left side of her neck like the feeling of a small insect walking.
She turned left touching her neck but found nothing. She turned to the page and continued reading.
She felt shallow breaths on the same spot this time. She gasped and turned left but found nothing again.
Confused, she looked around the room and her eyes fell on the mirror.
She saw someone in the mirror; bony and somewhat burnt. Just one side of the face was visible.
He was right behind her... Sitting next to her and smelling her hair and neck.
She jumped off her bed screaming.
Without looking back, she ran out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
Beck shouted to her sister, "Ann help me! There is something..a ghost in my room" while descending the stairs. Ann said, "what? I am coming.." from a short distance.
Beck suddenly remembered something and froze, stopping halfway through the stairway.
She called out to Ann trembling with fear. Ann repeated, "I'm coming" impatiently.
Beck fell on her knees on the step, crying silently. She did not know what to do anymore. She felt the world closing in on her.
For her realization was not about the ghost in her room. But about Ann who passed way a couple of weeks ago.