by The Purple Martian » Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:11 pm
Dark's vision was spinning and the classroom around him disapeard. He couldn't hear anyone except for the faint, distant mumblings of talking people. Suddenly he was in a cold, metal room, the ghost still standing before him in the old fashioned dress she'd appeared in. "This.." She said. "...is the place I died. Or rather, was murdered." There it is. All the ghosts he'd met had had a bad death or life. "Who killed you?" Dark asked curisously. "Oh, you wouldn't knock. He's looong dead. But I'll keep how he died to myself. Wouldn't want to... Spook... you," The ghost said in an icy, creepy, mysterious voice.