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"Teresa, my dear. Wake up. The mortals will be arriving at any minute," The Ghost Host whispered.
Teresa, meanwhile, slowly opened her eyes, her mind thinking back to last night and at that moment, it finally sank in. When she realized this, her body started to float downward and through the lounge chair she slept on. She ended up on the floor with a soft 'thud.' She registered what had just happened and stood up, and tried to steady herself so she wouldn't be sinking through the ground. The pain Teresa felt last night had subsided, thankfully, but she would have to get used to being in her new form as a ghost.
The Host was a bit worried himself, wondering how to keep her hidden and not have her in pain from the transformation, at the same time. Of course this was a new feeling for the Ghost Host because of the fact that he has never had any experience with taking care of a child while trying to do his work. But, the experiences he does have with mortal children kind of told why he was gentle with Teresa. The mortal children would be scared the first half of the ride, but by the end, they are smiling as they see the singing, funny ghost inhabitants in the graveyard.
The two ghosts stood there in the library, Teresa looking at the fireplace that had only coals left of the warm fire from last night.
"Before the mortals arrive, why don't you relax a bit. You've had a long night," The Host smiled, showing some of his crooked teeth. They weren't all crooked, but a few were just a smidge noticeable. The six year old nodded and looked back at the bookshelves that surrounded the room.
The Host put on a smile before leaving the room, "I'll be back in 15 minutes to come and get you. The mansion opens at that time."
"Okay, Host," the child said playfully, like a child would usually approach the agreement of getting ice cream before dinner time.
With that, the older ghost left the room in a cloud of mist. When Teresa saw that he was gone, she set her mind back to what has happened to her in the mansion. Her mind was filled with questions, but very few answers came to mind, so she decided to leave that for another time. Looking at the bookshelves, she found a book about almost the same size as her entire body. It was hard to miss by how huge it was and the fact that it was a dark violet color with a thick purple bookmark hanging out the binding of the book.
Teresa budged to get the book off the shelf with a few tries, and eventually the book fell heavy in her transparent hands. At least ghosts could hold onto objects..at least that's what some thought. Bringing the book to a small wooden table, she carefully set it down, so it wouldn't make a loud bang if she were to drop it. Looking at the cover, Teresa read, "Phantom Manor." She tried to find the author of the book, but she couldn't find any resemblance to a writer or when it was published. Only the title was given. She was confused by this, but shook the question from her mind as she opened the book to the first page. Just then, an unexpected thing happened: Teresa disappeared without a trace. Only the book remained on the table.