Claire was high from the joints she’d smoked behind the gym at the prom, but her three best friends had challenged her to walk through every room on the presumptive 13th floor of the old “haunted” hotel without screaming. Easy peasy, even if they will do everything they can to scare me.
She was about to leave the last room when she saw movement from the corner of her eye. When she turned around, all she saw was an ornate mirror reflecting the moonlight from a nearby window. Before she could turn and leave the room, she felt a pair of large hands gently caress her arms. An intoxicating musky scent reached her nostrils. Then a voice whispered in her ear, “I’ve been waiting for you. Come with me and see the world, my love.”
I’ve been waiting to hear those words my entire life, Claire thought. Dazedly, she reached for his outstretched hand.
* * *
“But she wasn’t depressed! She wouldn’t have committed suicide!” Claire’s friends wailed as they watched the ME’s van drive away.
Nobody noticed the ghostly figures of Claire and her lover watching from the window on the 13th floor.