Chapter twenty

Narrator's POV

Emily entered the house, carrying her patient burial style.

She dropped her on the couch, looking for a proper blanket.

The only one she saw had a stench, but would work.

She put it over her. She turned to go to look for food.

"Thank... you", the girl said.

Emily turned. She spoke. She was alright. As she entered Joe's room, she fought the urge to call the police.

She came back to the sitting room. The girl wasn't there.

'Another ghost?', Emily gulped. She flipped the switch on. She wasn't still there. She shook her head. She just helped a ghost.

She took her coat, deciding to forget about the ghost. Maybe if just needed a ride back home.

Emily came back from the store. She'd bought a few things. She was damn hungry. She went to the kitchen.

There was the ghost, sitting on the floor with her back on the oven.

"You're cold", she said.

She touched her hand. She immediately threw it away.

"You're so cold", she said,she put her coat over her.

"What are you?", she a