Chapter 20
(Phantasma's P.O.V.)
I was so excited I could scream. In fact I will. I let out a shriek startling many of the ghost that were floating past me. They were only frightened, because they knew who my father was, and he was not one to mess with.
"Phanty!" My Father exclaimed. "How can I always count on you shrieking for me to find you?"
"It is just, because I am excited to see you Father." Phantasma offered him her hand. He took it, and brought her close to him.
"Let's find, the Box ghost, and then we will go home," My Father said.
"Boxes!" I exclaimed with a laughed.
"Mr. Box ghost," My Father called.
It took us a while, but we found him. He was locked in a box ironically. I couldn't help, but to laugh, and my father snickered quietly. We freed him, before we retreated to our own little haunted house. I could hear the sound of family laughing, and the shrill screams of the newly reborn.
This place was a scream, and creepy. There was a burned Christmas tree with broken ornaments, and burned out lights decorating it. A demented angel stood atop the tree. A blue fire burned in the fire place, and to be honest it was positively rotten! The Box ghost looked take aback by this scene.
"What is wrong, Boxes? You so used to Christmas among the living?" I asked him. He looked at me with a bemused expression.
The Box ghost shook his head. "No, I am just not used to being around this many ghosts."
"Oh, that it is hard at first, but we are all one big dead family," Phanty said with a laugh. "But if you are nervous, I will stick with you."
The Box ghost smiled. They went through a doorway, and Phanty knew where she wanted to take him. She lead the way to the room that held her mirror.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see," I answered. I stood in front of the mirror, and I could see my mother reflected back at me. She looked just like me, but paler and she was in a delicate white wedding gown that was tattered and torn the day that she died. "This is my Mother."
"I knew her a long time ago," The Box ghost mused.
"I miss her," Phanty said. "She always loved the tree downstairs."
The Box ghost touched her arm. "Let's go downstairs."
Mistletoe was hung in the door, and by the time they realized they were under it. "Tas, I feel bad about this, but its a tradition." Boxy leaned in and kissed her. When he tried to back away, she pulled him back. "What are you doing Phanty?"
"Enjoying a kiss," I said laughing, as my face turned red. "Let's go party."
They danced, and drank eggnog. The cookies were ate, and the presents were handed out. I gave my Father, and the Box ghost their presents. I got a new journal, and a small box pendant from the Box ghost. He put it on me, and then I went to sleep by the fire enjoying the smell of burnt tree, and after party.