Moon set high in the clouds, the clock hammering its tick as it went past midnight. Two girls that were a mirror of the other chatted in a room. Walls with stripes and petals sprawling across the rosewood lines, tipping on the white lines; they were red camellias painted onto Eline’s wall. Lined and painted by Eline herself, of course, Jason provided the paint. A few with loose lines and spotted pink and red were done by Becky. How she loved spending time with her dear cousins and they too adore those memories.

Her brow contorting and teeth clenching as she spoke to her always calm twin, Sophie yelled, “What of it!? I know I see ghosts, it’s no reason for you to look down on me!”

Ellie didn’t yell back, she couldn’t be moved to be angry in the least, and with minimal effort she thinned her eyes, replying, “Are you sure you see ghosts, Sophie? It’s not that I look down on you, I just can’t believe it. The supernatural and the living don’t mix, it’s impossible for ghost to be real.”

Crossing her arms over the skull on her shirt, she tapped her black boots hard on the ground, making a repetitive clacking of noise. Sophie took a deep breath, calming herself down and loosening up her face, she said, “Look sis, I have felt real pain from these ghosts. If they aren’t real what does that say about me, huh?” she let out a light giggle. “No, that can’t be, I won’t allow it. I’m not crazy, it’s not who I am.”

Slacking her lips, Ellie frowned. A certain thought overwhelmed her, pity, she thought of how pitiful her sister seemed to her. But sadness took over as she became ashamed to think so low of her twin. As the emotion enveloped her, she frowned. The smallest of frowns that faded in an instant.

“Of course not, okay, I believe you. The ghosts are real,” she said.

Uncrossing her arms, excitement flowed through her eyes and Sophie’s lips formed a slight smile, “Really?” she asked.

With a nod, Ellie confirmed her question.

“Great!” Sophie said, pumping her fists into the air. Taking it as her cue, she stepped towards the door. “Thank you, Ellie, for believing me. Without your support, I wouldn’t be who I am now,” and she opened the door, “I’m really grateful, good night.”

With her sister leaving, Ellie went on with her daily routine. Her pajamas already on and sitting upright on her bed, she lied down. I’m sorry Sophine, she thought, lying wasn’t her forte, in fact she despised it. When it came to Sophie though, she would do anything, even if it was a little white lie.

She buried her head into her pillow and with time passing fell into a deep slumber. Not long after, she sat up, the black circles around her eyes gone, she stretched her arms high into the air and reached for the ceiling.

After a humble moan and with her body nice and loose, she went for her school backpack. Fiddling around with the contents for a while, she pulled out a thread as large as a pencil and a slender metal pole; small enough to fit in the palm when gripped. Holding it in her hand, her eyes loomed over it, and a devilish smile spread across her face.

“It’s been some time… I never get tired of this feeling,” she said.

Taking a deep breath, she got a whiff of the smell of fresh metal. Then she placed the oversized needle and thread on her small desk. Throwing open the closet, she grabbed a hoodie and black trousers, and standing in front of her bed she put them on. Grabbing the needle and thread she made for the door and with it open, she took another deep breath.

It really has been too long, to think someone new would appear while I wasn’t here, they thought. Ellie lost in her sleep had been taken over by another, unaware of the change that had taken place.

The front door in their view, a turn of the knob followed and they left the house saying, “The prey isn’t far from my grasp,” what they said each time they left. It was their good luck charm or so they thought.