C65 The Ghost Girl

The sound of frantic footsteps reverberated through the dark, elongated corridor.

"Creak, creak," followed the scuffing of leather shoes on the floor.

A black fog began to fill the hallway. Gasping for air, the woman glanced fearfully behind her.

The corridor was shrouded in thick mist, yet she was certain he was still in pursuit.

She was nearing the end of the corridor.

Suddenly