Harper ran so much that she was sweating when she reached her leader's side. She swung his hand and cried. “There's a ghost down there. I saw a woman's ghost in the corridor one floor below us. She only had half a face intact, and her irises were gone. I swear, the bottom half of her face was swaying, and she looked just like the demon in the movies.”
The leader couldn't help being stunned after hearing that. “What the hell are you talking about? There's no such thing as a ghost. Did you forget to wash your face in the morning? Maybe all the germs have blinded you.”
“I'm not messing with you. I honestly saw it with my own eyes,” insisted Harper. Even thinking about that creepy face scared her senseless and turned her pale. Her voice was filled with fear when she added, “If you don't believe me, you can ask the newbie. She must've seen it, too.”
Natalie showed up with a bucket and a mop. She shot a look at the terrified Harper and asked, “Harper, what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much? Did something happen?”
“Did you see a ghost when you were one floor below? It only has half a face with the lower half dangling along,” said Harper. She was staring at Natalie and was practically begging the latter to reaffirm those words.