She buried her body.
It was both strange and upsetting, burying one's body while her spirit stood nearby, watching judgmentally. Tears still ran down her face, staining the earth that she was digging up.
The sun had fallen a long time ago, forcing Amity to cast several light spells in order to see what she was doing. When the ghost had seen her cast the first one, she'd stumbled back, and the air grew chillier. Despite the light, everything remained gray and shadowy.
Amity flicked a finger, causing the final mound of dirt to fall over Luz's face.
Are you done yet?
She scowled, looking at the translucent spirit.
"You didn't help any."
I have no physical form.
Aren't you going to give me a headstone?
Amity huffed, wiping frustrated tears off her face. She stalked towards the trees, scanning the leaf-ridden ground for a suitable stone. Luz's ghost moved silently behind her.
She nearly stumbled over the right stone. It was smooth and round, glowing softly in the moonlight. She picked it up and carried it to the grave, setting it down at the top of the upturned earth, where she knew Luz's head lay. With a slightly trembling finger, she carved a single word into the stone.
Luz
"Happy?"
Not even remotely.
"You know what? I've decided that I don't like you."
The feeling is mutual.
Amity turned away from the grave and the ghost, setting off down a familiar path. Along the way, owls hooted, yellow eyes glowing in the darkness around her. The sounds of the night creatures rang out around her, a scattering of feet here, a low growl there. It unnerved Amity, but she'd never admit it out loud.
Scared of the dark?
She narrowed her eyes.
"What are you, some kind of psychic?"
It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.
I never expected a killer to be afraid of the dark.
Amity grit her teeth in anger.
