“Krystal Jung,” said Luna bringing a newspaper to Sully and sitting on top of the one person study desk. They were on the library again and Sulli pulled the paper from Luna’s fingers.

“This is the ghost girl!” exclaimed Sulli as softly as she could.

“For what I learned she was legally proclaimed dead a few years after she disappeared since her body was never found,” informed Luna with her full Sherlock Holmes wannabe attitude. “She was a normal student with average to good grades. She was in normal clubs and apparently she was rather quiet. But she was very popular.” She bent and whispered on Sulli’s ears. “Even among the girls if you know what I mean.” Sulli nodded distantly. “The only thing I found is that she just puffed!”

“Puffed?”

“Puffed! Disappeared! Out of nowhere!” Luna bent to whisper again. “Then the stories of the ghost started to surface just a few weeks after she disappeared, about forty years ago.”

“Forty years!” exclaimed Sulli too loudly. Luckily they were too far for anyone to hear.

“Yeah, if you really saw her then… it must have been really a ghost,” said Luna matter-of-factly. Sulli read the news about the girls disappearance. The picture, it was her, there was no doubt. But what was she? She couldn’t be that young looking after forty years? What happened to her? Was she really a ghost? Have it been just her imagination how real she looked?

Luna pushed the news down. “Did you saw her again?” there was something strange and husky in her tone.

“No,” she lied.

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

Bending forward, Luna rested her chin on her hand. “I know you are lying. You know they say that the ghost girl takes girls away at night, luring them.”

“How?” asked Sulli confused.

“Well not with good intentions in mind,” said Luna her hand started to run over the white material of Sulli’s shirt...