White as a Ghost, by Eoin, Week 17.

I thundered down the alleyway in pursuit of the paranormal being I had spotted during my nightly jog. I soldiered on, my heart beating in my chest like a drum, my head pounding, my legs starting to weaken. As I rounded a corner, a shiver ran down my spine like an icy finger. There it was, though to be polite, there she was. A young girl of but 6 or 7, but pale, ghostly pale. She was staring at me. Out of nowhere, she started getting paler and paler, thinner and thinner, until she vanished into thin air.

“But how could she just disappear?” I wondered curiously. Suddenly, my surroundings started to fade, my complexion turning pale too, just like the girl’s…