He floated closer until his pale face was right in front of hers, his eyes glowing faintly. For a heartbeat, she couldn't breathe. Then—images flickered inside her vision.
A middle-aged woman appeared, her face twisted in rage, pacing a shadowy corridor. "I WILL DEAL WITH THEM ALL!" she spat, her voice full of venom, her eyes glowing faintly with dark fury.
The vision vanished as suddenly as it came, and Alina gasped, stepping back, her eyes wide. "Wh-who… who is she, Boo?" she whispered, her heart racing.
Boo pouted and crossed his little arms. "Oh, that smelly devil… our old teacher when we first joined kindergarten. Boo hates her. She always smelled like rotten food. Blech!" His face twisted in disgust before he spun upside down and pretended to vomit, groaning dramatically.
Alina stared at him, still shaken, while he floated off, muttering about soap and bad perfume.
