The Silence

Prologue

One dark and stormy night, the ghost of McManne Hill wandered the hallways of the old house, searching, searching for something. In her bed, Lisa Barth woke up with a start. A lonely moan traveled through the hall just outside her door, startling her out of her sleep. There were stories, stories of a ghost that haunted that very same house that Lisa sat in. She had never believed them. In fact, whenever Lisa saw or heard of anyone superstitious, she scoffed. But right now, Lisa Barth wasn't feeling too brave...

She slipped from her bed and rushed to the light. She sighed with relief when it turned on, as so many of her nightmares had contained power failures. But she had sighed too soon. For as Lisa Barth turned to return to her bed, she was met with a terrible sight. Two gray eyes set into a pale face. The man held up his hand and grinned. Then he thrust the hand through her stomach. She screamed, pulling back and stumbling away as the man laughed maniacally. It took Lisa a second to realize that she wasn't harmed and another second to put the pieces together. Pale, shimmery body paired with the fact he had gone straight through her. Then another moment full of recognition. The world turned sideways and Lisa Barth fainted from pure shock.