He slowly let go of her, breath brushing her like a spell. "What's wrong, giving me that look—did you see a ghost?"
"..." Victoria Gibson couldn't get a word out. After a long moment, she finally raised her hand and pointed behind him.
Chad Yakov froze, then turned his head to look over his shoulder.
And there, under the Table, besides them, another person was lying there…
A white long skirt, a bloodstained Face, a long tongue, and a pair of reddish eyes, staring straight at them…
Meeting his gaze, the "female ghost" tugged at the corner of her lips and spoke: "Sorry, you two were kissing so seriously, I couldn't bear to scare you."
"..."
Her Face was completely gone!!!
Victoria Gibson had no idea how she left the Haunted House; she couldn't remember anymore.
She was pinching Chad Yakov the whole way, wishing she could erase her own memory!
Pretend nothing had ever happened.
