Roaming around in the living room Brigitte thought and pondered her mind. What was to be done next? Should she stay or should she go. Ghost was only a little child but it seemed she could handle her self. Very independent. Still she needed some one to be with her. 'Maybe I can stay with her until I am sure she can handle her self.' She thought. Brigitte headed up stairs to visit with ghost and propose the idea. "Ghost, I have an idea for you." Brigitte said as she got up the stairs. "Ghost." Brigitte finally got up to the attic when she saw a trail of blood. Then she looked up "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ghost was dead. She was strung about the chess that she worked on. Apparently she had slit her wrist in a vertical line. Ghost had left a note stating:

Brigitte,

I have decided to be no more. I have an unmanageable hunger for the kill. I can't control it. I wanted it to stop before it started again. It's just not worth it, I am unhealthy.

Love,
Ghost

Again Brigitte was alone. Was I meant to be alone forever? Only to wean off others until again I am alone. She asked her self that after reading Ghosts suicide note. She sat at the edge of the steps. Then she got up and got the cleaner and some paper towels and cleaned the sight. She picked up Ghost's body and the buried it next to Barbara's body.