The ghost stared at me. Her pale skin glowed against my dark kitchen cupboards as she munched on a thick, gooey, peanut butter sandwich. I stood there with my candle lamp, casting shadows around the kitchen. Her green eyes bore into my dull gray ones as she slowly started to fade. It all happened in a second and that second seemed to drag into hours.

I gasped. I bolted up and looked around. I was in my lavender room in bed. That whole thing was a dream, I thought. I picked up my candle lamp and ran downstairs. The clock showed 3:15am. I shuffled across the hallway and cautiously entered the kitchen. My mouth slowly slid open and my whole body started to shake. My lamp quivered in my hand as i stared. I couldnt believe it. There she was. Eating a peanut butter sandwich, her mouth in mid-chew, and her deep eyes bore into mine. Instead of fading away, she simply finished to tsandwich. I watched in horror as her hand unscrewed itself of her arm and turned from a ghost hand into an actual human hand.