I Hoped I was Dreaming, for it I were awake. I was face-to face with a ghost .
Pulling the sheet over my head, I lay still. The next time I opened my eyes, the ghost would be gone .
Nothing happened. no on moaned. no cold hand touched me . The dream was over. Slowly, I lowered the sheet.
She was still there, a pale, motionless form at the foot of my bed .
“What do you want?” I whispered.