Nia was standing above Azrael waiting for him to come back from which ever nightmare she had sent him into. She had a feeling that this was an absolutely rotten idea but there was something she needed to do to get him out of the funk that he had been in since he saw his mother’s ghost.
Holy s**t!! Did she actually say that? And the moment she did say it she saw something which she had never thought she would experience.
The ghost would whimper like a lost child, clutching at a rag doll, it's eyes brimming with silver tears that shone brightly in the moonlight. It would appear to lone travellers on the long road that traversed the marsh. If they came she would reward them with a giggle and beckon them closer, distracting them, entertaining them, right up until they sank into the bog. Then
