The woman stood in the center of the room, laughing insanely, maniacally. Bloodstains covered the entirety of her kimono, dripping down the front of the once-white cloth onto the floor. Throwing her head back, she continued to laugh, her voice and tone rising and falling in pitch.
Mio stared at her, horrified. Dead bodies littered the floor around her and when she tried to back away one came to life, gripping her ankle. Screaming, she threw herself back and smacked into the wall with a 'thud'.
Grinning, the woman stopped laughing and stared at her. Memory-like visions flooded Mio's mind when their eyes meet, causing a flashing of pictures before her eyes. Groaning, she shook her head and blinked to clear her eyes. And gasped.
Where the girl had been was now a man. Gashes covered his face and ropes were wrapped around his body. A long flowing cape-like mist was behind him, twisting and shifting in the air. He was terrifying and she knew that she should run. But, despite that, Mio couldn't help but giggle. He roared in anger, but all this did was increase her laughter.
"My god, a ghost with an afro!"