In the days that followed, we held a vigil, our anticipation punctuated by hope and curiosity, as we sought another glimpse of the elusive figure that had come to be known as the ghost. But as the sun's rays gave way to the embrace of night, the apparition remained elusive, its presence eluding our watchful eyes.
It was during one such night, shrouded in the inky darkness that the moon painted with its silvery light, that the figure reappeared. A silent call passed between us as I signaled to my companions, their attentiveness mirrored in the way they joined me in the shadows, their breaths hushed as they gathered beside me.