Chapter 2

Violet knew she was dead because that morning she woke lying in a dried puddle of blood.

When she had recuperated, she got up and walked to a mirror and was shocked by what she saw.

A transparent version of herself stood in front of the mirror. There was a small dent in the side of her head from where she had landed, and bloodstains covered her dress, face, and splotched her hair.

Silvery tears filled her eyes and she floated up on the roof to watch her own burial.

When she saw Esme and Olaf walk back into the house, she decided to follow.

She glided in front of their faces and waved her hand. There was no reaction from either villain.

Hmmm…I can't be seen; perhaps I can use this to my advantage, Violet thought.

"Esme," Violet whispered anxiously.

Esme jumped and looked around wildly, "What was that?" She asked fearfully.

Violet smiled mischievously.

"Esme…" Violet said in her best "ghostly moan."

"What?" Said Esme, "What do you want from me?"

"It's me, Violet," Violet replied, "I have come back from the dead to haunt you after what you have done!"

"But I didn't kill you!" Cried Esme, and by this time, Olaf was staring curiously, "Olaf did!"

"But you watched me die, didn't you?" Violet asked, this time her voice had an angry tone.

"Yes!" Cried Esme, collapsing in tears.

Violet touched her shoulder and she shuddered violently. "So cold…" Esme said, "Just so cold…"

Violet moved on to Olaf. "All Esme says is not madness," She said mysteriously, "I'm Violet, and I've come back."

Violet touched him on the shoulder as well and he shivered just like Esme.

Her work being done, Violet glided up the steps. Suddenly she remembered Duncan.

What will I say to him? Violet asked herself, and she predicted their meeting.

She would call his name and he would wake. "Duncan, it's me, Violet," she would say softly.

"Violet? Where are you?" He would reply looking around.

She would dare to utter that she was dead, and Duncan wouldn't believe her, but then the truth would sink in.

They would both start to cry and Violet would hug him, then he would shiver. "What are you doing?" He would ask.

"I'm hugging you," she would reply sadly.

"And I always will be," said Violet in reality. Tears leaked down her face.