Another ache struck Brigitte's body. She moaned because the pain was so great. "Don't worry B; it will won't take long to change back. It's real bitch to change back though." Brigitte grunted. Meanwhile back at the house, Ghost laughed and smiled. She was stirring up something that would come as a big surprise to Brigitte. Maybe even to Ginger. "She will be mine." Ghost laughed to herself.
"The police report said she may be dead." Pamela cried. She fell into her husbands arms and cried. "The least we can do is recovering the body." George held her in his arms. "I know, I know." Pamela cried. The both of them were expecting the worse and the police as well.
After aching for an hour, Brigitte got up. She shivered a bit and covered her nude body with her arms. After a minute of looking around Brigitte started to head back to the house. She eventually broke into a run but tripped over a rock. She got up quickly, shook her head ad kept
Going. Brigitte finally got the house. Opening the door, she caught her breath. She got in and slammed the door. Ghost floated in and smiled "Something wrong?" "Yes, why am I here again?" Ghost smiled once again and danced around the room. "I don't know. Maybe something was calling you back here. Besides I think it would be better if you stayed here."
"Stay here? Are you mad? You locked me up!" Brigitte stepped forwards a bit. The smile on Ghost's face. The room dimmed. Brigitte started to run out of the kitchen. "Come back!" rage coursed through Ghost. Brigitte got to the door and tried to open the door but it was locked. "Locked huh?" Ghost said in a most angry tone. Before got a chance to answer the cold blade pierced her back. She gasped her last breaths as she fell to the floor.
(black out)
"Out by sixteen or dead on the scene but together." Ginger and Brigitte joined hands. "United against life as we know it." Brigitte smiled.
The End.