There it was. Right beside her, staring. She could see the bottom part of its body. It's skin was grey and flaking, little pieces missing. Even worst, it looked bloated. She shivered, pretending it wasn't there. It tilted its head, its straggly hair touching her knee. It took all her will power not to jump. If she jumped, it would know she could see it.

What was it? A ghost. A ghoul. It was something dead that wanted her attention. She had similar situations in past houses, but never once did they get so close. There would be flashes of the ghosts, sometimes they would follow her, but never did one sit next to her.

Then again. It touched her. She could feel its cold damp hair on her.

What was it?

It reached out its white blochy hand, its skin was ghastly and flaking off. She froze in fear, whishing someone, anyone would walk in. In her lap, her hands that held a book started shaking. The shaking grew as its hand got closer to her. What if it touched her? What would it make the being next to her? Ghosts never touched her before.

Each of its fingers were swollen, as was the arm. It was just like its bottom half of its body. It's fingers got closer and closer to her bare leg; tears welled up in her eyes. Someone, anyone, she prayed to walk into the room. To stop it.

Clack.

The door opened. The thing next to her screeched, it sounded inhuman, like sirens going off. Instantly it drew back its hand, its bottom half she seen not long ago burst into flames.

She couldn't take it. She looked at it.

Its eyes were flat and shriveled, like she read about in books. The jelly in your eyes supposedly 'decomposed' after you've been dead for a weak or so.

But that's not what scared her about its eyes.

The ghost's eyes were filled with hope as it burned up. It was staring right at her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Her head swiveled toward the door. Sasori was staring at her, his grey eyes unreadable. Did he see it too? What made it light on fire? Her head spun.

His eyes widened, his shoulders tensing. She convulsed, her limbs tightening. The book that was on her lap fell onto the floor. He rushed to her, his large hands gripping her chin. His hands were warm, so warm they felt like they were burning her. She wanted to scream, but her body shook again. He tilted her head up, his head lowering to hers.

For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he put his lips to her ear, his breath even hotter than his hands. It felt like fire on the tender skin of her neck.

"Breath."

Burning air entered her lungs, making her cry out in pain. Her body loosened, making her slide onto the cold wooden floor like a lump of goo. Painfully, she took short burning breaths. The air entered her lungs. Painfully though, it seemed to burn her insides. Sasori stared down at her with wide eyes, his lips set in a firm line. Her vision blurred at she looked at him. His expression grew more and more terrified as the darkness started to eat at her vision. He looked so helpless, so innocent. It was so different then his cold self.

One thing passed through her clouded mind.

"Fire was you…" She fell into the dark abyss of nothingness.

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