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another thing

      It was time. She'd fought against it for so long, fought against the inescapable grasp of death that she was now less than human.

   Her frame, tall and skeletal, carried a sunken face no thicker than a skull. Her limbs were tall and gangled and her grasping fingers still clenched the vial that had once given her hope. For thousands of years, the girl had roamed the world, searching for the final and most important ingredient for her potion.

   To get to it though, she paid a terrible price. She was no longer human, but a spirit. As the living began to know her great and terrible power, they gave her a new name: Hachishakusama. The name was, in her opinion, lame and unoriginal. But it struck fear-genuine fear-into the hearts of the children she often stalked in Japan.

   Alas, even Japan, with it's soaring population, did little to help her achieve her goal. She was forced to leave, and so she found herself on a boat, dooming all aboard to a devasting shipwreck. She didn't mind though, for she needed all the children she could kill.

But that was then. Now her powers had dwindled until she was a shadow of her old self. Her name still struck fear, but her laughter no longer haunted the living. She had failed, and now, she wondered what exactly became of the other ghosts, who'd spent years haunting the living until they were reduced to shadows. Even as death's sharp scythe took her away from Earth forevermore, she struggled to gain her freedom.

   She had been so close to getting wipe the last of her bloodline, too.