Jasmine wept. She wept in a cold, dark building; scared and alone. Bang. Next to her, a gate post crashed against the crumbly wall, anxiously, leaves shivered and old metal doors creaked open. Rust was in the air.

A rumbling sound caught Jasmine’s attention; suddenly, she felt alert. Inside her chest, her heart raced. Gingerly, one step at a time, Jasmine walked up the corridor until she came to the place where the noise seemed to echo louder than she had heard it before . She eased the heavy door open.

Jasmine hobbled inside .
The wind howled, the moon shone, the noise stopped. Creak. Was it her or was the door closing?

Lightning flashed over the lead grey sky, the echoing silence creeped in and the fiery orange light faded.  One at a time, shadow black figures walked, at a snail’s pace, into the very centre of the city. Above them, a red as blood moon glinted down. Suddenly, they all split, and a fully red ghost walked out with a stick of fire, her face light by the light. I stared in disbelief. They were back!