At night. In a madhouse.
The high courtyard wall was white, looking a little scary.
Addyson lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
A hand reached over and patted her shoulder. When Addyson opened her eyes, she saw a muddy face. The woman's hair was disheveled, and one of her front teeth had dropped out.
"Oh, my God, a ghost!"
Addyson roared.
A splat sounded.
The lights turned on, and the room was light. The woman who was recognized as a ghost by Addyson spat at Addyson. "Bah! You are a ghost, and so is your family.
"I just want you to look outside."
Seeing that the woman was abnormal, Addyson shrunk her neck and refuted. "What do you want me to see at midnight?"
"See the ghost."
The woman put on a fake smile and started smoking as if no one else was around.