The ghost girl smiles and rest her head against Thomas’ shoulder. It feels real. As she whisper to his ear, he can feel air tickles into his earlobe.
“Upon a time, a girl met a man at a dance. They dance, dance, and walk off under the moonlight into the garden. The man picked her a blood red rose and kissed her under the shadow of the moon. They lived happily ever after.”
She laughs and retracts her head. They continue to dance. The chandelier dims. The other ghosts have vanished, leaving only the two of them, with the music
“Mr. Archer, how can I help you?”
A tired voice answers the phone