Chapter 46

　　Louisa's POV

　　"What do you mean, Darren?" I was still in the clouds.

　　"I guess we can let the ghost explain it to us," Darren said.

　　Then, he suddenly moved towards a huge rock and disappeared behind it.

　　Then, I heard a man screeching behind the rock.

　　"Ahhhhh!"

　　It wasn't Darren's voice.

　　"Please don't kill me! Please!" the voice exclaimed.

　　Then, Darren reappeared again, holding a white ghost in his hands.

　　"That's the ghost!" the salamanders cried out together.

　　I took up a firing wooden stick and moved it closer to the ghost.

　　I saw a man, who was about my height, covered underneath a ragged white sheet.

　　"You're not a ghost! You're a..." I said and pulled off the sheet bluntly.

　　Then I saw him.

　　A skinny boy with a round face as pale as a piece of paper.

　　"Ahhh! Take that torch away from me!" he yelled.

　　I saw the skin on his porcelain face melting like wax because of the light of the torch.

　　I moved the torch away.

　　The wounds on his face immediately healed.