The night the hallway light went out, she rummaged through her bag for her keys but couldn't find them. When she looked up, she came face-to-face with a deathly pale, beautiful face.
As her high heel went flying, she thought: This ghost is way too handsome.
Later...
He moved into that shabby apartment complex, and his insomnia gradually improved.
The therapist told him to face his fears.
He covered his nose, which was gushing blood after she'd knocked into him. She hurried around frantically, thinking: Is this what fear looks like?
Maybe... he wasn't so scary after all.
