"...How do we know she isn't playing a cruel, never-ending game with us?" Farlen asked Kanri, following her as she began to systematically check all the rooms.
Kanri ignored him but the question was there. What if she made them follow her until they dropped dead from exhaustion? But what fun would that be? She would have to appear to torture them and frustrate them. Wasn't that right? Kanri knew she would. She would solidify just behind a rock and send her little sing-song voice echoing around the halls where they would never find her.
Kanri's foot found a loose rock and sent her plunging forward. She just barely caught herself from doing a face-plant. She winced and slowly started back up. Farlen came a little closer to see if she was okay. Suddenly, she was too crowded. She needed fresh air. She needed to stretch her legs and just run. She tensed and panted hard but barely suppressed the sudden feeling of suffocation and fear that crept over her.
Was it the work of the nasty ghost girl or the work of Kanri’s crazed mind? Kanri almost felt like she did not know herself any more at times. But after some deep breaths she recovered. “Sorry…” she mumbled, not meeting Farlen’s eyes. “I’ve been a little tense lately… As for the ghost, imagine she will come back eventually to insult us. Maybe we can catch her then.”